broken crayons

orange

p a s t

i found the way to my seat in the train and sat down.

nine minutes to departure.
the screen ahead of me displayed.

i looked at my phone, half knowing what i'd see.

ma.
sixteen missed calls.

the screen blinked.
seventeen missed calls.

nothing for a few seconds, then
one voice mail.
two voice mails.
four voice mails.

i turned off my phone and rested my forehead on the glass window.

five minutes to departure.

"i love you, no matter what."

i heard you say.

and for a moment i was so sure you were here, i turned to see you.

but there was no one.

four minutes to departure.

and i knew something's wrong. terribly wrong.

i turned on my phone.

five voice mails.

i turned it off, then on.

five voice mails.

refresh.

five voice mails.

just five.
did she give up so easily?

two minutes to departure,
and i started panicking.

what was i thinking?

starting a new life, leaving the most beautiful thing i ever had behind me?

seems like you were right. yes, i am a princess. but just because my ma is a queen.

with five voice mails, eighteen missed calls, And one minute to departure, i got off the train.

i had never run so fast before.
my lungs were on fire, but somehow, i was drowning.

as i reached the road, there were a hundred faces gathered around the traffic light.
but there was only one i was looking for.

i didn't realize it was the one
they were looking at.