That Afternoon..

I am a shale of memories left on the side of the road
Who prayed at night, hoping to be picked up back home
But often forgotten every time the morning comes ahead.

I am a series of prayer sentences that have not yet been given time.
Brush strokes from dream painting that have not yet come true
I am the secret of a heart that prays silently
The end of the search is full of patience as the missing ribs from one's body.

I was a memorable afternoon cup
Poetry on the end of a pen that has not been poured on a piece of paper
Rainbow from a lonely braid waiting, after a roaring opera adolescence
The sky is bright after the rain that goes down all night.



"Sorry, the paper .." I said to the figure of the man sitting at the cafe table I left behind.
"Yours?" He asked as he turned around.
Deg! I gasped. My body feels frozen. My heart was pounding. Suddenly the waves on the beach filled my whole chest.

The afternoon came as usual. I thought that enjoying a cup of coffee in the cafe would be very happy for my soul. Moreover, the rain just left a little drizzle and caress the wind. Then this man. Is fate is on God's command to play with me?

"How are you? Long time no see. Sit down, accompany me for a while, "he said, stopping the silence between us. I swallowed.
"Still about coffee?" She smiled as she pushed the paper to me, "How are you?"
"Good. Always. Thank you for asking. "I replied as I reached for the paper.
He sighed. My heart instantly shrank. Afraid. Then a sour feeling, tetiba appeared in my mouth. I almost died out of air for waiting for words.
"The poem .. do not you intend to share an afternoon with someone?" He said.
I looked down. Somehow my eyes were fixed on the fingers of the man in front of me, as if looking for something that should have been there for some time. Then the pounding of my heart seemed to break when I realized that what I was looking for was NOTHING!

I looked at her. Either guts belonged to who came and where it came from until I dare to look directly at his black eyes and shade. The almost always makes me lose consciousness.
"I believe that one day fate will lead me to meet someone who will share an afternoon and a cup of coffee with me," I said.
The man in front of me smiled. Her gaze was gentle but tucked into the strange feeling that tickled my heart. I do not know why. Ah, I can not stand it anymore.
"I have to go .. Sorry .." I stood up, preparing to leave him. My eyes suddenly felt hot as I turned. Something like slashing my heart every time I swung the pace, it was sore.
"I only have the remaining two slices of brownie .." I stopped my step when he heard his voice.
I turned back and looked at him again. He's there. Standing looking at me. I was too shocked and confused to answer her words.
".. If you're still willing to stay and share an afternoon and a cup of coffee. With me. "
Gloss. Suddenly my legs felt weak when he heard his words. My eyes are sore. Instantly the tears of my tears had streamed like a tributary. I can not believe hearing that sentence from him.

Outside, the drizzle came back down. Overwhelmed my awkward gaze and the words I heard just now. Dusk came slowly down as I smiled at her between my tears. In the end he will know, that my cup is always full of memories and prayers about it.

God, he's here ..