Saturday, July 15, 2006

coffee on a hot day

The heat is overwhelming. Summer is definitely making its presence felt, with sweating bodies, oven-like cars even with airconditioning, packed beaches, picnics at the park, everything. Sometimes it makes me feel like the heat is causing me to hallucinate. But then again...

Like a breath of fresh air, he came, with his breathtaking smile and yes that tantalizing smell. For a brief second I thought the heat got to me, but as he walked closer to where I sat I knew he was real enough. I sat there speechless, for what do you say to a vision that came out of your subconscious. A vision bearing gifts. Coffee...

It would seem of no consequence for most people, in fact, most would not say coffee on a hot day can be considered a gift. But to me it was and coming from him gave it more meaning. I have so many questions in my mind, but it was left unasked as I sat there staring at him. He stared back, not saying anything. And from that moment of silence came understanding. The hows or whys are not important. What matters is now.

He did not say much in the short time he was here. Just sat there quietly with me... holding my hand. The coffee left untouched for the time being as there were more important things to take in like the overwhelming feeling of contentment, of peace and yes, of happiness. For a short time, there I was, sitting with him holding my hand and I was happy. Happy... like that time so long ago, in a different place, a different me... a different him.

After he left, it felt like the whole world came crashing down on me again, heavy, dark, lonely. But he left with me a memory, something to remember and hold on to. It's funny how the old memories seem to blend with the new. I do not want to see your face on his. I do not want to see the same kind of caring I saw in you. I do not want to believe in him liked I believed in you. Because I know... it is not you. But everytime I see him, I see you... your smile, your laugh, even that scent of yours and yes, that uncanny habit of knowing.

Ironic how fate sent me someone to make me forget and at the same time remember... and so I remembered.