SOME DAY

All the memories remain scattered; and I wish they would disappear rather than join to become the perfect puzzle. We were the odd piece, and now only I remain, staring at what could’ve been, if we two had joined. The impression of his head on my shoulder remains, as he moves away from my sight.

Few years of spontaneous and blissful reactions would be the perfect explanation of what existed in the face of humanity. Endless talks, priceless moments and piercing smiles. The tattoo of these remains still in my heart, as scarred as it is. The scar through which he escaped from my little sense of imaginations.

His old shirt still smell of detergent and perfume, with a speck of hair gel. It is wrinkled and covered in dirt. But the perfumes holds me like marijuana.

It was the first day of the tour; our little world tour. Backpacks and cameras hung on us, as our hands held onto each other. We feared the world, of course, for we didn’t know what awaited us. Us, just two wanderers, capturing the faces of humanity and beading it with words of mankind.

And now, I stand on the midway, staring at a Polaroid photo of ours. And the memories fade from the film, as you move away from me.

A moment of betrayal, that’s all it took. A sweet betrayal, to be precise. To surprise me with a red velvet cake with vanilla icing. You knew as I munched into it, my teeth would come across something hard, and I would poke around the cake. Then my hands would pop out with a ring, and you would say “Yes, I’ll marry you, but will you do the same?” and would laugh. Both our eyes would be filled with tears, and we would embrace each other as the three letters you craved to hear the whole evening spilled out of my mouth : Yes.

And my fingers would tremble, etching down a story of our journey, from a rickshaw, to horseback and furthermore. With the ups and downs, the essence and the defects.

Us, two flawed humans, joining to be even more flawed, so flawed, eventually we’d be flawless.

And then, I saw you again on the other side of the window; your chest, where I rested my head that morning, now covered in something that looked so close to the  batter of red velvet. And my fingers tremble again to the pace of the heartbeat. And as my heart quickens, yours stop. ‘One flaw down,’ I hear someone say.

Maybe it was my inner conscience speaking to me; or it was the maddening thought of being left alone after years of yes and elevations. Now images flash by my eyes, all the horse rides and the short walks under the lamp of the street where we captured the soul of the city hidden under the arms of monsters.

I see you move away from me, the Polaroid fading, and my eyes closing. But the memories remain close to my heart. And I know one thing for sure; we’ll meet again in some world, some day.