That day we left – part 1

Tomorrow afternoon they will fly out. 2 different gates, and then forward to 2 different countries never to meet each other again. He would never again be able to hold her in his arms, kiss her and confess how much he loved her. They both knew the realities. And that is why this last night must count.

Get out!

Today will be the 25th night I sneak into your room. All our friends generally leave by 9 and I too am making my customary goodbyes. We all smiled and chatted for a little while longer, all the while I am getting impatient. My head is screaming in silence “Please go to your lives, people”.…

That Green Dress

A warm humid evening in Paris with you. A light breeze moves the silhouette of your dress. That beautiful green dress that you bought today morning from some tiny unspeakable boutique store snuggled in some back alley of Paris. How you wore the dress and twirled around to show me how beautiful it looks. How…