I remember it. I remember it too well. That single day. I was yours. You were mine. A possession we didn't know we really possess. Our only idea was that we both painted our sky with colors only us understood their hues.
Suddenly, every book... every table... every chair... everyone... everything in this room is dragged away to nowhere and I am brought to that familiar road where you once drove me. I was sitting facing you. You were on the breaks. You said you'll go fast I have to hold on. I grabbed your shirt but it wasn't enough. So you let me hug you and I hugged you very tight. I rested my head on your back and sang the calm rhythm of your breath. I closed my eyes and felt the sweet air as we swifted the road of our journey. I never felt so safe in the guards of a man.
You began to speak of the verdure along the road... the soothing fragrance of the flowers... the relaxing aura of the trees... the musical choir of the birds... I held my head up and I saw them all. I saw the happiness of watching the beauty of the world while being next to you. I saw the life I'm going to cherish...this one moment of love with you.
You slowed down.
I wasn't aware I was already throwing my hands up the heavens and shouting your name. You said I'm crazy but then you too were shouting my name. The notes of your voice played in all my ears. And I knew you heard my song for you were singing. All of a sudden you were smiling. Only then did I realize that I was looking at you while you were looking at me on the left rear mirror. We both laughed.
That motor bike was our cradle. A cradle that sent us to an ineffable bliss.
I feel tears trimming sown my face. For now I have to go back to where I should be. Yes, at last I know this is our past that has been locked in the depth of the earth...long time ago.
