STOP and STARE. . .
March 4th, 2009 by binggelHow can you battle regret when it’s all that’s left to keep the memories from fading away? But what good would it bring when all it does is make you feel the bittersweet and experience time and time again the drama of a story that’s long been over. And you can’t help but wonder, that despite the sudden goodbye, the thought of what might have been won’t seem to surrender, silently it fights the slamming of the door and the heartbreaking songs, it is made alive by every glance and awakened by the gentle smile. . . but who exactly is the person that’s breathing life to all these might have been? I guess that’s the more difficult question than figuring out whether memories will last if the thing that helps you remember is suddenly stolen. . . thrown away.
Is it the one who held the right star and painted rainbows while you cried? or that familiar hand that broke your heart twice but never asked for another chance? Maybe it’s the one who seemed walking towards your life but never really got there. Perhaps it’s something that used to be sweet that you’re awaiting to come back home to you. Funny that these thoughts never surface once the face starts to hold that smile. How the sound of innocent laughter cover the long line of repeated broken promises. And I begin to ask, if I no longer cast you my smile, would you ever notice it? or if my laughter shifts to a different mode, would you know the difference and care to ask why? But it’s better to keep it all here than actually ask, because the thought of you answering my questions is heartbreaking, ‘coz ’til now I can’t really say who keeps the memories alive. And I would hate to realize that I gave the right chance to the wrong person. . .
I’ll wait until I can. . . Keep my silence and just smile, ‘coz I don’t want to end up the way you did. . . thinking you’re moving, but you’re going nowhere.