Through Your Notes

Wednesday

Wednesday

5.47 p.m.

The doorbell rings while I watch the telly.

I drag my body and my feet to greet whoever is at the door.

I open the door.

And, it’s…

  You

You look tired.

You look devastated.

You look vulnerable.

You look sad.

Your eyes glisten with tears.

You got thinner.

What happen to you?

What made you become so fragile?             

But, you manage to look dashing…

  In your maroon beanie and black sweater.

I refrain myself from hugging and comforting you.

“Hi.” Your voice hoarse. Your smile is as charming as ever.

   Have you been not well?

I just stare at you blankly.

I blink a few times.

I slam the door shut.

“K.” You call out. “Please.”

I slump myself on the floor, leaning my back against the door.

I put my hands in my hair.

I hold the tears.

“Please, K. Open the door.”

“Let me look at you, please. I need to talk to you.” Your voice is getting rougher.

  "I know you're there, K. Just open the door, please."

“K. Don’t do this, please.”

“Klara. Please open the door and look at me.”

“Let me explain.”

“Talk to me. Please, K.”

Silence ensues.

I’m waiting for you to continue calling me.

Don’t go.

Please stay.

I miss hearing your voice.

Talk to me.

Please.

I hear you let out a sigh through the door.

And, I’m glad that you didn’t give up.

You speak with your hoarse yet soft voice.

“There’s someone I want you to meet.

“I made a reservation at the diner at 8.

“I know you don’t want to see me. That’s okay.

“Just so you know, I miss you and it’s killing me.

“I never break promises, K. And, I won’t break the promise I made to you.

“I will never leave you. It hurts too much to leave you.

“I get it if you don’t want to see me ever again but please…

“Please, for one last time. Please do this.

For me.”

  And, then you left.