There’s a strange sense of melancholy that lingers in my heart.
I know I am here and I know I am happy.
No, I am not depressed and no,
I haven’t lost any thing or any one…
I only long.
I only long for that moment to come
When we are together, when we are not two but, one.
I await that moment when we leap with joy,
jumping towards each other such that when our bodies collide, there is no collision.
No, it isn’t you. It is I who take time.
It is I who takes a while to understand.
I have always had questions, don’t you know that?
But, I have answers now. Oh hell, wait now, I am making my way.
Making my way, to the place where we first met.
Yes, yes that same place. Do you not remember?
The one with the bright windows and white curtains?
The one with the vast blue skies spreading all the way into the horizon.
The one with the wind blowing a gentle music piece with your chimes.
Yes, I will come soon.
Until then, wait just a little more, wait for me, for I have nothing here no more.