Night Vastness

Catching up

"Would you mind stand still for a while?"
a kind, girly voice came out of me.
It sounded weird at the old man's ears.
Like tasting something sweet
but
when it ends,
the taste is bitter.
"NO" he said frowning.
"But..."
my voice got lost in the wind.
"I'm tired..."
I whispered.
Nobody was there to listen
to those honest words of bitterness.
I kneed down.
Being warm but feeling cold,
colder that ice,
empty as an old used and forgotten cup
that back in the days it was filled with hot coffee...
Tears were my gift once again.
The old man was walking
disappearing
to the horizon
away!
He's walking slowly but he is fast.
A smooth wind messed my hair.
An old, yellow piece of paper,
flied with the wind
to fell to my hands.
Calligraphic letters
words of love and passion,
a love story
a writer had lost.
"The point is on you moving on and not standing still!"
said the man to his lover in the page.
He smiled at her and gave her his hand.
She took it.
"I'll follow you,
because if I don't
I'm afraid I'll be left behind!"
"Sometimes,
you need to start running lonely
to find company."
My eyes could still see the old man
but it wouldn't last much.
"Hey!" I yelled standing up and
running to reach him.
Time smiled as he saw me,
catching up with him.

For me the old man is time. But he can be whatever you feel like he should be.
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