Higher than the Rooftop : Your Silence...
Felt the butterflies in my stomach as I entered in the area. I was expecting he was already there as usual. I looked around hoping (I’m crazy to admit it) I could find him at one corner there. Felt the rush feelings subside realizing I would be solo for the night. Though I brought my journal, I wasn’t in the mood to write.
It was a little after eight and I could feel the wind chills me reminding the Holidays are coming. I was standing there at my spot ready to look up above the heavens, but decided to look at my back one more time to see if he comes…
Darn it! Why is this happening to me…I sighed. Why would I care about his absence…would it be different if he was present?
I closed my eyes saying my if…OK if I look up the sky and see my Mickey before any other stars, then he’d come. I told my self.
I opened my eyes gazing exactly at my star, smiling. Oh gosh! This is madly insane! Am I wishing now? Told myself.
“Hey, what were you doing eyes closed?” Somebody suddenly spoke.
I almost throttled to say a word. “Wishing.” I blurted out.
“Can I know what you wished for?” He teasingly asked.
“Nah. Um if I did, it won’t come true.” I replied.
Suddenly he was there like a vampire LOL I mean, I wonder how I never noticed he was there already. Suddenly, the music played again…Suddenly, I forgot about the stars and the moon…
Tonight was strange though. We didn’t talk that much. We just sat there, inches away from each other…watching the view…breathing the sweet air under the moonlight…
His silence was bothering me…I was staring at the moon but not really…because I was watching him from the corner of my eye.
“Say something.” He finally said.
“Huh?” I asked wondering.
“Sing me a song, tell me something, anything…entertain me.” He said smiling.
“Owkay…
I sit in your silence, scared
Waiting patiently for recognition
For a word
For a breath
For a touch
But I am raw
Because I watch your hands instead of writing
And listen to your breath instead of breathing
It’s strange,
How close to you I feel
And the need I have...
To help you,
To make you smile...
And yet I’m still sitting here,
Waiting,
For you to let me in.
“Beautiful…What’s that?” He asked.
“Your Silence…one of my favorite poem.” I muttered.
“Listen, I have to leave now. Hope you have a fantastic night still…” I continued vaguely.
“Why leave so soon honey?” He asked with a serious tone.
“I hate to go…but I have to. So, see you around?”
“Can’t stay any longer though. Take care, see you…” He mumbled.
And so I am here, walking away from my rooftop…I hate to go but I know I can’t stay either. I can’t stay having these feelings inside me…feelings that unexpectedly get stronger. I don’t quite know what’s this, but sooner or later I’ll know…
I still can’t believe I’ve spoken every word from that poem to him. Sometimes I’m just so frank and I hate it.
So I left him there with his silence…
I wonder what he’s thinking about right now…
I still bite my lips for that little show…
I wonder what he feels about that…
Wonder if he’s higher than the rooftop…
***"Your Silence" a poem from Francine Pascal's SYSVH
I just so love it that I know it by line LOL
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