Always…
I’ve always loved you… I just had to wait to meet you.
Tag: waiting
Numb…
And at times, the numbness just wrapped itself around her. She stopped feeling altogether, and just sat by the side of the pond of her being, watching herself, lying under the mirror-like surface. She wondered if she was looking at the reflection of her breathing self, or watching the drowned side of her soul…… Continue reading Numb…
Pinot Noir…
She looked at the barman, as he brought the bottle to her and poured her a glass. – Excellent choice Madam, if I may say. “Oh, you may”, she thought, but she just slightly nodded. She watched the dark red liquid filling the elegant glass, and picked it up the counter. She was giving…… Continue reading Pinot Noir…
Big black umbrella…
She stood, silent and still, under the large black umbrella. The rain dripped around her feet, slowly forming small pools around her somewhat dry island. The sound of the rain drops on the dark fabric lulled her. She rocked slightly to the left, and to the right, following the soft fresh breeze… How long…… Continue reading Big black umbrella…
Watching out the window…
Hoping, just to see you. Knowing, too well it won’t happen. Not today, and most certainly not tomorrow… But just in case, waiting by the window…
Tempest…
And each time you momentarely dropped your guard, it reminded me of when I used to watch lightnings as a child… Counting the seconds before you’d take back your sweet confessions, counting the seconds before the thunder would reach me… Telling me how close the storm really was. Listening to my heart beat, waiting…… Continue reading Tempest…
And then…
She had been sitting in the room, blindfolded, for what seemed like an eternity… Her hands were tied to the wooden chair, and she still had goosebumps from the lingering feeling of his fingers on her wrists… The house was silent. She couldn’t tell where he was, or if he still was there to…… Continue reading And then…
Waiting by the road…
It was still so early, that it seemed the sun was refusing to rise again. She had walked a long way to stand there, almost on his daily way to whatever he spent his days doing. Waiting for his silhouette to peak out, she wondered… She hadn’t announced herself this time. How would he…… Continue reading Waiting by the road…
Cyranny's Cove 