The beginning

The story begins

where I

ran from the invasion of shadows,

all alone and sad, under a small umbrella for one

on the wet bench

looking at the waiting

With eyes closed

I perceived a gaze.

The same familiar gaze.

My heart trembled.

You sat beside me

amidst the onslaught of strange and new emotions

in an uninterrupted silence

and looked at the sky with me

waiting for the dawn,

When you decided to go, 

smiling, you stared at me,

and you said

“The weather is so unfairly cold...” 

and you left

now, I am left alone with a world of unspoken words

and the regret of a rainy day on a wet bench

on the same alley of acacia

at a moonlight night.