Six weeks is a very short period of time and yet the longest I haven't heard from Michael and neither have I tried to look for him. I can't believe my sick leave is already up and I am going back to work today.
Not that I am dreading to go to work again, it's just that I was getting used to sleeping and relaxing at home. This was slowly becoming norm. Nonetheless, I missed work and I also missed my clients so I wake up and start preparing to go to work.
My hand is no longer that painful but it's not yet working to full capacity. I still have a couple of appointments with my physiotherapist but nothing that will distract my day to day routine.
The good thing is my cast has been removed. It was starting to get itchy. Anyways, I manage to dress up and prepare my breakfast. I was getting used to having Kaem do these things for me of late.
Kaem has been such a darling the past six weeks. Every day he was always here to help out. I was beginning to feel bad for him though because at times he would even make a commitment to pass by early in the morning before going to work. Speak of the devil, dude just send me a message on WhatsApp.
*Morning sleepy head! Hope you are up and geared for your first day at work. I am picking you up in thirty. You are not driving yourself. Doctor's orders*
And he puts an emoji at the end. That's so not like him.
Well at least when we first met that was true. However, in the least I can say things are changing. Now that he is relaxing or rather we are relaxing in each other's company, I have noticed he has been and is still loosening up a bit.
Last week he confided in me about something very personal to him. He showed me a poem he wrote and I could honestly feel his pain.
The dark cloud in me clings on,
Like a blood sucking tick
It doesn't leave but tags along,
Like my shadow in the clear summer afternoon
Who sings such melodious choruses?
Yet my ears are shut completely with the dark sticky wax
I don't hear the good things but the bad are as loud and clear
As the blue sky on a spring Sunday.
Sshhhh!!Sshhhh!!Sshhhh!!
Don't make noise!
Do you hear that sound?
It's the sound of silence
The silence is so loud that it's making me deaf
My mind drifts off to the darkest place
A place beneath the black charcoal pit
Dashing to the point of no return,
I drown in my own sorrows
As I linger in my own company
This is the voice of loneliness from me the loner of loners
I long for her,
She who left me to drown in my own tears of grief
From the day I watched the wide open ground swallow her for good.
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THE AFTERMATH
General FictionMy name is Alina. I am a clinical psychologist. I am a regular citizen who is a loner with very few distant friends. This remains true until one day I find myself in the emergency room after breaking my arm during a regular morning jog. This is a n...
