Me.
One Rainy Day.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
A moment of understanding. Of realization.
A hug here. A kiss there. Hands waving in the air, in the quiet most hide their despair. Feet shuffle restlessly - each to its own beat, though all to the same rhythm. Among the silent crowd a tune hums - a goodbye, the first. A goodbye, the last.
Her presence is felt, and slowly she steps away. Watch on, there she walks. Watch on, there she stops. A quick glance back, a gentle smile. One last hand to the air, one last form of acknowledgment. And soon she is gone. From sight, not from heart.
Some fight hard to hold themselves together. Some break down, allowing the tears to stream ever so slowly down their faces. All for the presence of someone, of soon would become nothing but a memory. Though time would tell that one day all will be whole once again - that she may once again walk among us, laughing as she should be - it wouldn't ever be the same.
For now another has taken her away from us. And should we mourn the loss of that presence that we so needed before? No, maybe not. She isn't gone - not forever.
One day we'll share hugs again. One day we'll share laughs again.
One day you'll be standing with us again, if even for a mere moment.
We're waiting.
We're all waiting.
Goodbye Ila. May Egypt be kind to you. We didn't know each other as long as I would have liked, but it was a great time altogether. I'll be waiting to hear from you soon.
Soon.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:18 PM
we all love ila, adam! such a good blog! you described it so perfectly, every second of it!