Every now and then I think of him. Of his invisible self that makes me still wonder… still compelled. Every now and then I hear his voice, strong and passionate with the taste of my name. They dance in my ears as would a sweet melody, captivating every part of my body. Dancing in my ears as a sweet symphony; Making me drunk with a cocktail of feelings.
Every now and then I still imagine him, and wonder about what would’ve been. About the countless smiles that we once shared, now lost somewhere in the yesterday. Now our days have lost their spark, and my eyes lean towards the dark, leaving all brightness they had behind.
Every now and then…
Every now and then I search for his face among the crowd, knowing that if I stared him in the eyes, I wouldn’t know he had been mine. Every now and then I miss him. When the sun is set to bed, and the wind has nothing left to say, and the palm trees decide to swing themselves in what’s left of it,
I think about his smile. I think about my smiles.
And save myself from the feelings…
And every now and then as I look into the eyes of someone else, I wish somehow that someone else was him. I would know that way, that for even a while we walked down the same path… At least.
. Art from Jack Vettriano