Wednesday, April 20, 2011
I remember you
There was a time when he came in and sat down next to her stroking her hair as she leaned against him. His skin smelled masculine, a slight soft scent of sweat. This was not a bad smell, it reminded her of the passion they shared.
His kiss on her skin was soft, perfect, blissful.
She loved his touch, she adored his breath on her skin, she lusted after every piece of him.
Now he just barks short sentences and remind her of things that needs to be done. Gone are the days they sat for hours just staring into each others souls. Embracing each others perfection.
He was screaming at her and the dog, his voice was a vacuum of sounds, the words not clear. He punches angry into the air and then pointing at the puddle on the floor. His horrible anger piercing her.
She looks as he walks away from her, mumbling and swearing to himself.
She calmly cleans where the dog left the puddle, she wish she can clean Roland's soul.....just wipe away all the puddles of sadness, all the puddles of despair, all the anger.
Nothing can bring back what they had, nothing can bring back what they lost.
She turned into a mute and he turned into anger.
She gets up from the floor and throw the paper towel in the dustbin, wash her hands, a ritual of cleaning follows, she ends washing the floor.
She ends washing the floor.