The sound of the engine's ignition pierced the air and my heart. Slowly the wheels began to move and it was as if time stood still, yet moved so fast. I wish I could have ran towards you, stopped you some how, but I couldn't, and before I knew it the giant structure with wings was gone and it left an empty space on the platform.... but even a bigger void in my heart. It was then when the realisation began sinking in that people always leave.
A few years prior my Grandmother had passed away. I was just 6 when that happened and do you know what I did on the day of her funeral? I sat in my cousins room playing on the computer. I look back at that day, sometimes during the night when my subconscious mind is running wild, other times during the day when I'm remembering the things I wish I could have changed. I remember days when the rain would be pouring down and I'd be sitting in her lap outside in the terrace, and eating oranges from her wrinkly cute hands. I wish you could've seen me grow up, seen me do my Olevels, struggle with my Alevels, grow a beard for that matter, God I would have loved to hear your opinions on that, and on my first shave. When every one was calling me a "chila houa kadoo." But I guess you were needed up there, though I am still unaware as to why.
19th January. It's my birthday and it's also the day my Grandfather was born. Though death embraced him before life embraced me. My Dad still talks about him alot, always showering praise on his selfless acts, and the amount of hard work he'd do. Death cheated me out of his love. Two lights that went out a bit too soon.
Now I know this is turning into one really big sob story, but this paragraph is the real sad one, see life and death have taken people from me, but then there are those who chose to go because they weren't willing to fight to stay or maybe they thought I wasn't worth the fight. People always leave, sometimes though they change first, kick you where it hurts, turn their backs at you with a sneering grin on their faces, and simply walk away. I had the same best friends since Grade 4, and one by one they all left cause I refused to do things they all started doing, until it was just me, 4 chairs, a table, and a cup of coffee, which cooled down to a chill.
Change is good they said, they forgot to mention sometimes it's painful, brutal, and it leaves behind a scar, a scar that either always hurts, or becomes a lesson, or both. I'd like to end this with a ray of sunshine though, cause you know what if people leave, it hurts and you miss them, well you're lucky you know? Cause atleast you have something worth missing. Every song ends just remember to enjoy the music. People make it hard for one to open up, but always be chipper have hope for in this rose garden you might just find a sunflower with no thorns.
