Three years ago
She was on the other side of the road. Caught in the dilemma of passing by or crossing over, I stood there dazed. The street bore a mystic sheen rendered by the lamp posts. Soon I could see her glistening figure walking up to me. There was a comfort wrapped in angst throbbing within me.
She stopped quite close to me. Those eyes gleamed with a zeal I had been longing for. She smelled like just she used to-something like vanilla. A white silk ribbon held her tresses loosely. I was seeing her after three years. Not certain if had been waiting all that while or was trying to efface her from my reveries.
Those lips parted and she greeted me with a glee. I could feel a collapse within me. I mustered a few words to speak. She came in closer and hugged me roughly and then spoke with her hand resting on my arm. Her babble began as she moved a flick of hair behind her ear. It felt like I was listening to some long known symphony of words and glee. I didn’t know if I should hear more or see. My senses were numbed yet stimulated.
After a few minutes of casual greeting, she began to bid goodbye. She held my hand, pressed it between hers and said the closing words. I couldn’t ask her to stay a little longer.
I wish I had not taken the plane three years ago, that sooner.