Turning of the events, catch the dust in us which we lost in the fog. What charm was in store for us to search in the haphazard of this life? Did you once know, I will jump off the cliff?
Or at least this thought of embracing you did bring me back to life. I was an inch away from being misled by my own drowning mind. Is it that your thoughts have always been keeping me away from crimes or is it that your presence is one that I always desired for? Backing away from the cliff I stared at the view in front of me. There was a chanting noise, I couldn't hear it clearly.
The fog stayed constantly occupying the lane in between the beautiful and dried meadows. Did I stand here in wait for her or is it that my desires are waiting to get astray?
I stood there a couple of minutes more, the fog is starting to clear. No, it wouldn't. It reminded me of the time we sat together on one part of the hill while you came closer to me, only to whisper, "I am in love with the fog that resides in your eyes."
Now I can recall, these are the words echoing in the wind, as the wind passes by. Closing my eyes, I sat lying my legs down the cliff, at the edge I sat watching the fog, that once we saw together. Now, I am alone, sitting by a cliff, my eyes still lost in the fog, but you are not there.
I close my eyes and lay by the cliff, what if I fall asleep and while at it, I fall off the cliff? That is not a suicide case, is it? I sat straight, I could hear the echoes again. It is not her, she is nowhere, it is the wind. The fog is still constantly moving.
She is not alive. She did not suicide. She left me when she confessed she will never. She promised.
"YOU PROMISED!!!" The words were loud and they echoed. The fog started to disappear.
I blinked my eyes but I could see her. She came and sat next to me. She whispered coming close to my cheeks.
"I AM ALWAYS WITH YOU."
The wind ruffled and shuffled, and she disappeared but she remained, stored inside of me, in this moment, within me for eternity.