I am stuck in the south still and she is home in the north; and we talk on the phone and make plans to be together again in august, and then we can start over with our disrupted lives. We are alone but we are together; and the plans we make are of the future, but the past joins us in this strange dual life, which appears to be heading nowhere fast. We talk of our day; and the random occasions that happenstance has puts us through, and laugh at the world, as if all is well and this loneliness is not a factor in our existences. She is in a good mood and talks fast, and I strain to listen and catch up with all that is happening in her life. I am at a loss for words and put in the occasional sigh or word to keep the conversation flowing; as I miss her, and can’t say the words that she needs to hear.
This is our time and we need to share it; as relationships, are built, from such occasions. We do not discuss meaningful things; as the mundane takes over, and just to hear her voice and laughter is enough. I imagine the next time we will be together, and what we could do with each other; but know in my heart, that that time will also pass like the last time, and a lot will still remain undone. Such is our life that is half incomplete and half fulfilled; and we avoid talking about that void, as it would be a burden to expose it into the open. It is late and she has to go and hangs up, and I stare at the phone and think about the future, when we will be together again. I console myself that next time I will say what was left unsaid; and share what was kept hidden, for the future is our friend. The hope to see her beautiful smiling eyes again, will keep me going till then, and I connect the phone to the charger as it is my only lifeline to her for now. I stare at the empty bed and take cheer from the fact; that as each lonely night passe; I am one day closer, to being with you.