A month, the time left to forget.
A year, I left it behind.
A twinkling star reminds me the sparkle in his eyes and a sweet melody reminds me the color of her eyes. A dark night brings to my memory his seriousness and a blow of fresh air shows me their images printed on the sky.
A month may be too much, a year may be too late. But two weeks is perfect, two weeks for a couple to fall in love, two weeks to smile or two weeks to finish a book. It doesn’t matter, there are still two weeks.
If you can’t in a year, or in a month, then wait for those two weeks. The time I’ve got left to forget, to let go, to move on. And it doesn’t matter what I do, there are still going to be two weeks. Two weeks made of spring, sunsets and flowers. Two weeks that defy time, that keep frozen in my mind, but I know, sooner or later, I will have to bury them along with the rest of my past. Just give two weeks and I promise I will
Still around. Always haunting. It’s time betraying me once again, it’s life returning to her actual pace. It’s his smile frozen throughout the hours, it’s his laughter hidden between the trails of wind. It’s his happiness fading with the fog. Just give me two weeks and I promise I’ll forget him.
Unable to forget, I keep all of them in my heart and I will keep them there until the end of these eternal two weeks.
Takes it all but never gives, he carries with our past, our present and our general life. One moment he’s here and the other he’s gone. A shadow waving at us while passing in front of our eyes. He sing, he’s free, he never gives up on the people he helps. Doctor, healer, teacher and counselor, as many names as enigmas he has. He grabs history, science and religion in his hands and tells the whole story without leaving gaps. He keeps secrets but be careful because as uncertain he can be, he’s able to betray at the first opportunity he gets. Traveling at the speed of light and flying above our heads. Laughing at our useless attempts to run faster than him.
We are in his hands. He plays with our thoughts, crosses our paths with others and can take unexpected directions. He just waves at us and laughs because he knows we are in the palm of his hands. And I’m talking about that playful guy that put and removes, that brings and then takes away. The passenger that never gets off. We can’t slow him down or make him go faster. Capricious, ungrateful and treacherous. Playful, rogue and unpredictable. But wise as none. Always present in our lives but a passenger in them as well. He travels in front of our eyes and all we can do is wave back at him.
A hug for you, time, the only passenger that remains here.
She used to travel by train every day, her days are busy and the train is the only moment she has to close her eyes. Sometimes she thought about taking a few days or going on vacation. No. It will not help her career. Trying to win a bet on time, she closed her eyes, not wanting to look how she approached to her stop. She never looked around, she thoughts that if she did, it will be a waste of time. Staying here in reality while time passes and laughs in front of her.
It all happened one of those normal days, ten minutes after she had close her eyes she heard the train’s wheels grinding just before a big din. Nothing else. Everything was quiet. For the first time since she used to travel in that train, she opened her eyes and looked out the window, speed, disaster, dust, snow. She shouted but no one could hear her, the train wasn’t going to stop. She smiled. Passing in front of her eyes, carrying wagons of memories. She was convicted to travel in that runaway train and it doesn’t matter how much she wanted it, how many things she tried on order to do it, she could never stop it.
She really needed those vacations, maybe a pause, a little jump in front of that train.
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Sorry for the wait, school has been very demanding lately and my writing has been stored in a drawer. The next week I’ll try to write and update more ❤