Soaking up the Komorebi sunshine, I feel the warmth on my skin and a strange tingling enraptures me, reminding me of the night I had met you.
The night I had met you ... the air was cold, the winds strong. My fingers were numb as I refused to put away the ivory tip from my lips. Venting out foggy puffs in the night sky, I felt my nerves calm down after what was a torturous evening at home. My parents and I had never seen eye to eye on anything. I could not take the shrill voices, raised hands and silent tears anymore. Unsure, yet determined, I had walked out of what I had once called home.
The night I had met you ... a woman was in the making. But the girl in me had no idea that I'd have to grow up this fast. I was vulnerable, yet put up the facade of being indifferent when you warmly put your hand on my shoulder, and asked if I were cold. I kept staring into the illuminated night sky of Manhattan as you pursued me for a cup of coffee. I said no at first, eventhough in my heart all I wanted do was say yes. Yes, to you.
The night I had met you ... your hand in mine, fit perfectly. I did not mind your fingers brushing through my thick hair down to my bony hips, as we sweat to the eclectic pop songs in an unmaed pub. As we stepped out, the deserted sidewalk was taken by surprise as you pushed me against the graffitied wall and pressed your lips onto mine.
The night I had met you...I feared myself, for the passion had consumed me. I was loosing myself to you, wrapped in the silken sheets, calling your name out loud. Our heavy breaths timed with each other, growing deeper, silencing the tick tock of the clock.
The night I had met you...was the first and the last time I saw you. We had fell asleep in each other's arms, talking about hummingbirds and Amy Winehouse and reincarnations. It was still dark outside when you had slithered away from my life. I was glad that we never said our goodbyes.
Soaking up the Komorebi sunshine, I feel gratitude towards you, more than anything else. You gave my life a new meaning. And though I never speak of you in front of him, I see you everyday in those blue eyes. I see all the love, I could have had.
Hope you'll join me in the second #SaturdayWordplay challenge. The word prompt this week is 'Komorebi'. Prose or poetry, just pick this word and let it flow! Looking forward to reading your posts!