Saturday, October 26, 2013

10:21

I used to gasp and feign surprise, fingers brushing my collar bone. 
I can't believe you remembered, I would say sweetly. 

Season and space were irrelevant when the clock flipped. 
Twenty one minutes after ten. 
Ten twenty one.
Day or night. 
10:21

Happy birthday, baby! He would turn to me and smile so brightly he made strangers believe it was true. 

Of course it was a silly second of nonsense. But even then he was unhappy because my "birthday" came around twice in a normal day and his only once in the afternoon. 




I wonder if he still plays the game. For how many days or months or years will he silently think of me when the clock strikes while she is none the wiser?


14 comments:

  1. Good to see you, Lulu. Nice writing, as always.

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  2. LuLu,I was out when the email came through that you had posted... I read it and it touched me as usual... you have such a way with words :)

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  3. I've seen so many of those smiles. Let's see what changes and what doesn't.

    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com

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  4. So delicate and lovely. I promise he is still thinking of you. You aren't someone to be forgotten.

    Em
    Tightrope to the Sun

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    1. I know he does. I just wish it was me who could forget.

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  5. it's strange how numbers on a clock can douse you in memories of someone you once knew. it's happy and sad all in one.

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    1. strange is an understatement when it comes to the random events that can open the flood gates...

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  6. I loved reading this, and what a delicious ending :)

    Sweet Apple Lifestyle

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    1. I kind of wish it was the end, but we all know memories don't work that way.
      thank you for visiting
      xx

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  7. wow i fell inlove while reading it, its really beautiful!

    sarahrizaga.blogspot.com

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  8. Spellbinding writing as always my friend.

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  9. You know, I still think October would haunt him like a hologram.
    Take care x

    Hopelessly Hopeful
    http://welcometomypartypeople.blogspot.in/

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