Flutterings' Literature Competition #14 -Entry-Your roses were beautiful that day. But you and I knew roses were only roses, like any other rose. You painted the door to your room red because of me. Because I love red roses. Because I love red in general and out of all the doors which are white, gray, made of wood or metal, you never forget a red door. What's behind it. Covering my eyes with both your hands and walking me there just to reveal the beautiful cherry red door, was the best gift you could've given me.It's funny. Most of the red doors I see now, belong to exits. Sometimes I imagine myself walking through them and straight back into your arms. An exit out of this dream they call real life and back to that moment when we were so close that everything else seemed like a dream.I painted my door red after a while. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I did. Would it take me to where you were? Some think it's silly. Others have found it to be extremely pityful but they dare not to say it. "Smile and nod."I try no
FootstepsI doubt I'll ever see your face the same way as I've done for so long. Though I can't imagine my life without you, I'm still willing to wave goodbyes; to fake one last smile for the very sake of whatever might remain after you've left.I listen to the song which speaks without words. It tells me about departures. It calls your name like the wind will sure do after you'd become nothing more than a photograph that will never be taken. I long for the day. Sometimes I pray to the face of God I try to know: "Just let me let go."