I am in my early twenties. I live in the small city where the extra-ordinary rarely happens. I live in a place where people see each other everyday but don't know them. Where people in the middle of a crowded room feel alone.
It was just an ordinary night, just like this when I first met her. The night was still and silent with only the sounds of the occassional passing car to break the spell of silence. Street lamps broke the darkness every so often. It was then I first saw her ... and eventually I fell in love with her.
She was just as old as I was then. She was all that I was looking for, for she filled the hole in my heart just by being beside me. She lifted the heavy burdens on my shoulder with just a phone call.
But that was in past. The times we spent together has come and gone. My heart pounds with the anticipation that she might suddenly calls. It never comes. All that I have left of us is my memories of the times we have spent simply just by being with each other. And what I remember best was when we held each other for the very last time, each not wanting to let go of the other, both trying desperately to make this single moment in time last forever for time has caught up with us and was tearing us apart.
I live in the small city where the extra-ordinary rarely happens. I live in a place where people see each other everyday but don't know them. It is where I live ... not knowing what my future will be but certain that, at least, my future will never be one of being alone.
Hangman (12-11-95)