You Didn't Say Goodbye
You're gone. I convinced myself. There was no use pretending that you're still here because you no longer are. You went away, without a word. No reason, nor an explanation. Nothing. You just vanished. I thought we were forever, I thought you won't ever leave. I slept with a thought that I will always have you. Always. But I woke up not seeing any clue of where you are right now, or why you left. You didn't say goodbye.
We Were Just Memories
I miss you. The words echoed in my head as I run my fingers through the photograph of us. The moments we shared played in my mind like a film. You, by the jukebox inserting a coin for an 80's song, you then turned towards me across that diner and grinned as Culture Club's Do You Really Want to Hurt Me played. Then I matched that grin of yours, because I know that even if you thought The Wedding Singer was too corny for your taste, it made you crack up laughing when that particular song was sung on a wedding in that movie.
You were never a romantic, I knew that. In fact, I know you are a cynic. A person who has a lot to say with society, someone who judge people and is a critic of your own self. You were a hard person to love, but the moments that comes in loving you made it all too easy. You, studying in our school's library, while I slouched on the same table as I fell asleep from waiting for you to finish. We were just neighbors then, not yet lovers but I knew I already liked you, because I wouldn't have waited for you that long if I wasn't. So you woke me up when you were done and apologized for keeping me waiting, and I shook my head since it was my choice to wait. We were on the bus on our way home, and for half an hour drive you let me sleep on your shoulders when you saw that I was still tired. When we arrived, you walked me to our house, right in front of our doorstep and smiled in amusement, like I was something interesting.
I miss you and those moments that we shared. Those little things that was special for me, with you. I scan our apartment and saw the memories we had. When it was me who does the cooking and you the dishes. Us arguing which to watch, America's Next Top Model or CI. My throat burns, as I remember your promise to see me walk down the isle someday. Will that promise be just another memory? Because, I felt the weight of your absence now, and the truth lingers just before me. We were just memories.
I Keep On Waiting
Come back. I whispered in the wind, hoping that my words would travel with them to reach you and here my plea. I wonder if you ever think of us, the things and the people you left behind. Me. I wonder how long I can keep on waiting for you, I wonder how long I will wait for you. Will you be the same? Will you still love me? But maybe you never did, 'cause if you did, you wouldn't have left me. So I stand here waiting every morning, left for work and come back to wait again. Hope against all hopes I did, I kept a smile on my face, I keep it there, plastered ready for you but even if I waited for too long now, you never did came. Yet, I keep on waiting.
A Little Too Late
Why now? Why not then? I wanted to scream at him. I was staring at his figure in front of my doorstep, he had a hopeful smile on his lips in contrast to my shock and disbelief. He apologized for leaving me, for not saying anything, for hurting me and for not getting in touch. He apologized for everything. But when he saw my glassy eyes, he knew he lost everything.
From me, his eyes darted back past me and saw who I was with. His best friend, who became mine and later on my boyfriend. For those years he left without saying goodbye to anyone, not to me, his best friend nor to his family, I found solace in his best friend. His absence brought pain to both of us, betrayal even and it was in each other we found comfort and understanding. We knew of the pain of being left behind so we took an oath of never leaving each other, not at least if we say goodbye. Never the way he did to us. We were happy so happy that he could see. And he knew, at that moment, he came back a little too late.