Stranger
The worms were crawling in her head from memories long lost. Maybe that’s way she let out a small laughter, one that only a cat could make. You could see in her eyes that she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness even for a second. Her memories are full of things that she can’t remember she wanted to say. Things that she can’t even persuade herself to remember because of the sorrow she feels inside.
You’ll hear stories that she moved away, that she started a new life far from the one that you build, one pot noodle at a time. That there was a gift that she wanted to send your way on a blurry eyed morning but it never made it. You’ll have stories with no ending written in ink and empty glasses of wine all around you. One day you’ll get a message on a damped piece of paper that you won’t be able to read.
Years will pass and your mind will play tricks on you. One day you’ll see her waiting in front of you, she will look younger than she feels and older than she is. You’ll be waiting in a queue at the bank and by the time you’ll gain the courage to walk up to her she’ll be gone.
She was the cat with an eternal drizzle falling in her heart.
October 29, 2011 2:25 am
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