#25 Jumper
Nov 10th, 2010 by Ashley
I am colorblind. Coffee black and egg white. Pull me out from inside.
I am ready. I am ready. I am ready. I am… Fine.
“Colorblind” Counting Crows
Sixty feet above the dark yet still busy streets of Manhattan, I try to picture your face. But all I could see was the purple velvet hat that looked so gorgeous on you.
This is a year of silence. I do not remember when we stopped talking to each other. But we did. And then, the silence grew too big for this crowded standard New York apartment. You said that you had to leave, that there was no room for the both of us. I didn’t say anything. I watched you pack in the silence that rendered us hard to breathe. I secretly hoped that it would slow you down. But it didn’t. You left with all your belongings, leaving the silence and the purple velvet hat you wore when we first met.
The apartment is not as crowded now, but the silence seems determined to expand its territory, taking over your absence. I often sit in the dark, holding a cell phone which only knows one number. While the silence comes crashing down on me, I hope it would ring. But my muted prayers fail to reach.
And the distant clock strikes eleven. A familiar melody meanders into the tenderness of my ears. I hear you sing. I put on your purple velvet hat which is too small for my head. With the cell phone in my hand, I step out to my tiny balcony. I’m ready.
Love it.
thanks >////////<