BY LIMMI PERTIN
I contemplate over my morning coffee,
" To be or not to be".
The question buzzing like an old earworm.
Nothing in hindsight, for clarity or to pacify.
I am left all alone, with my tepid black coffee.
I remember my old lover, who never said goodbye, leaving me with unanswered closure.
Silence was his thing, but I was made for poetry and kisses.
So the day he left, I could give him only his favorite thing. Silence. An abrupt end is nonetheless an end.
My friend's thought crosses over. My old friend. How I miss him!
The one I stopped calling. For I loved him, it was an unrequited, an unsaid love affair.
I never confessed, he never heard.
But I miss him a little more today.
His laughter and lame jokes, in his deep baritone voice, makes me fall in love, more and more.
I sip my tepid coffee, with a plethora of memories. Of him. Of us. And of all the unsaid moments. If only I had the courage to speak up.
Looking outside the window, with the monsoon knocking, the morning downpour finally pacify me. Comforting me with it's pitter-patter and chitter-chatter.
I relent to this priceless moment of contemplation.
Smiling, thinking about all the good things and wonderful things.