White handkerchief

I’m standing in the dark old wooden dock

Closing my eyes to see clearly

I’m just listening

To the sound of splashes slapping the stones below

To the harsh hum of the wind in my ear

To the distant laughters of people nearby

to the creaking of the woods

to the faint crittering of creatures

to my own heavy breathing

it’s when you see nothing when you feel everything

When I opened my eyes I saw you in that scene

I saw everything from that moment the Captain said “All aboard!”

You waved your white handkerchief

And then the sea  swayed you away forever.

Tug of Stares

  He used to stick his face in the window trying his best to glue his eyes on me while I was busy reading my book. He would stay there in a lapse of time looking at me like a painter looking at the ornate details of his subject. At first, I didn’t mind the nameless phantom that was lurking in the corner but seeing him looking at me as if I am the most beautiful thing in the world, made me decide to say “Hi” the next time. The next day, the same thing happened but this time, I acknowledged his presence and smiled at him. It was a casual smile and his reaction was priceless. He shouted “yes” and ran somewhere in the dark realm of anonymity. Deep within me, something was forming. A formation which I can’t fully comprehend but yet I suffered the symptom. I just want to see him again by the window sticking his face while eyes were fixed on me.  Finally, the next day, he said something his eyes can’t and it was his name. We talked for hours over things that weren’t matter and definitely not important and beyond the logical woman that I claimed to be, I can’t understand why I’m dying to talk to him. The next day, with all excruciating excitement and thrill, my eyes searched for his eyes and found a familiar built standing to the next room. With all curiosity, I went out and found him eyeing to the new girl in the next room. I went back to my room and wished I didn’t look back when those eyes were on me.