SMALL TALKS

waiting.

the window was open. i could hear distant cries of cars as they flew past, their engines roaring as they caught in the breeze. birds screeching incoherent songs through the thick fog that rang past the buildings and filled the ears of everyone who scaled the sidewalks.

beneath me, the mattress creaks as the springs coil under my weight, turning and burning, a rusty and metallic sound, and it echoes around the room, bounces off the walls, just like the absence of your voice does.

and i'm waiting to hear it, waiting to hear the call of my name written in the wind, for you to taste it on your tongue; you always said it was your favourite flavour.

i'm waiting to hear the sound of your laugh, scorch through the sheets, cut through the air, the atmosphere, until it reaches deep within me, because even the most minor parts of you touched my heart.

even if you're long gone, i'll still be waiting.

when the cries of the cars, and the screeches of the birds have long since sunk into the air around them,

i'll be waiting.

- i'd wait an entire life time for you.