Minggu, 09 Juli 2017

A Vivid Memory

It was one morning, we promise to try local noodle.
My choice. 

He picked me up that day, with a motorcycle!
What a rare occassion.

He was afraid of the sun and ashes.
He wrapped himself, head to toe. Jacket, socks, gloves, helmet and other things.

I was that girl as usual, tee and short and a casual shoes. I smiled.

He let me ride with him. He told me to put my hands on his jacket's two pockets. I agree. It felt more like hugging him from behind. 

We ate noodle. He was fast. He watched me eating slowly. I was thinking that he is annoyed. 

He looked like he was thinking about things.
That look got me thinking. He was not with me no more.

I ride again with him.
He dropped me at the mall. He's gone home.

He's gone forever.

(draft March 20, 2017)

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