They were in separate rooms living similar lives.
They met again in unknown restaurant, unknown street.
The floor creaked at 2AM, he left again.
I let you go now I miss you.
It’s not that I don’t care, I’m afraid.
I’m your shadow, what am I without you.
Let’s sit somewhere idly and watch the world go by. Let’s wave at the little school girl across the street. Let’s not look at the scary smoking guy wearing an old torn pair of jeans. Let’s smile at the dog near our feet. Let’s point fingers at the tall skyscrapers and at the plants in their balconies. Let’s look up at the sky as a flock of birds return to their home in the trees. Let’s talk about the weather and the chilly evening breeze. Let’s just sit together. Holding hands. Doing absolutely nothing.
Friend, it’s all about sharing stories, sharing life.
A loud argument followed by a long silence.
They held hands and slept through the storm.