What An Opportunity

Goodbye.

In Life on April 12, 2012 at 3:52 am

He awoke with the same thought

Of  how to tell her.

He sat up.

Rubbed his eyes.

And picked up the phone.

Voicemail.

He left a platonic message.

She would call back.

He hoped.

 

He packed for the airport.

Moving your entire life in one flight seemed dramatic

But how else can you move across the country?

No call.

He checked again to ensure his hearing hadn’t suspiciously vanished.

Nothing.

Fine.

At least that was less person to care about.

 

Sitting in the airport with his life in luggage,

He remembered the first time he saw her.

And how quickly that thought left his mind

As his phone went off.

Not her. Friends.

We’ll miss you. We love you.

Have a nice trip.

Pleasantries.

But he loved them.

 

A short nap was interrupted.

Family this time.

Pleasantries.

But he loved them.

 

[Sorry but all flights to california will be delayed an hour]

 

Well that was fortunate.

We didn’t want to miss out on the evening cuisine at the airport sushi bar.

Nothing Robert Frost and weathervanes could not fix.

 

However, less than a quarter through said hour and our hero’s head lay against the back of his chair

in a deep sleep.

Too deep to hear the baby crying and the mother trying desperately to quiet her.

Too deep to hear the elderly couple whisper “I love you” to each other just like the first time, so long ago.

Too deep to feel his phone vibrate.

Her.

 

He awoke as the hour was up to the someone gently shaking him.

“Young man i think they’re going to leave without you.”

He thanked the kind woman and sat up.

He thought about her.

And how he should have done more.

Maybe he should have dropped by.

But it was for the best.

So he stood up.

And as he gathered himself, he saw her.

 

At first, shock.

Then…happiness.

He hugged her.

Something fell in her pocket.

Reality.

He backed away.

 

“So you were just going to leave? With a voicemail?”

‘Well, when you didn’t call me back i figured…’

“I called you like ten minutes ago.”

He checked his phone.

And she was right.

‘Sorry.’

 

“So i guess this is it then?

You promise you’ll come back and visit?”

‘I promise.’

They embraced again.

 

[This is the final boarding call for the flight to california]

 

He let go.

‘Well, i guess I’ll see you soon.

I’ll call when I land. I’ll miss you.’

“I’ll miss you too.”

 

And that was the end of it.

He walked as briskly as one with carry-on luggage can.

She watched and waited for him to leave her view.

And a tear came down.

She took her sleeve to her cheek and sat down to watch the plane leave.

 

She reached in her pockets for a tissue

and fumbled with a foreign item.

Retrieving it, she read the frail piece of paper.

She couldn’t help crying at the message in ink.

Of love lost. Requited. But lost. Until time saw fit for it to return.

In a familiar handwriting, it read

‘I was always yours.’

 

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