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