Friday, May 24, 2013

Confession No. 55

I was driving and a song came on air.  

I remembered. 

Across the table, 
Toes digging into lush carpet,
Pen twirled between fingers,
A frown of concentration. 

You leaned over, sliding the tiny music player across the smooth surface. 

Asked me to give it a listen. 

It was a song I barely knew the title of but could hum the chorus. 

I remembered how you asked me the meaning of three words. 

And I, being a well of random knowledge couldn't provide the answer. 

I know what the song is about, now. 

But we're no longer sitting across each other.


Launna said...

I have had this happen to me too Hanis... Finding the meaning long after I can explain it:)

Mark said...

I think that's one of the sadder things in this world. When you realise something someone wanted you to, and it's too late.

Kyla said...

Which only goes to show you are a wiser woman now. Never feel sad for having grown; feel proud, whether someone else is there to see it or not.


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