"John" continuation.

If you're wondering where the beginning of this is, just click on the tag of this post. I wanted to write more than just this as a continuation, but... oh well-- I shall do so next time. Btw, the 15 min timeline really worked. I couldn't stop for just 15 min. XD Now all I have to do is try to do that more than just once a week.

“I guess she was no good anyway. It’s not like we had a future or anything, right?”

I brushed the small amount of dust off the glossy picture in my hand. One of the last pictures I had of Denise and I.

At this last question, I turned my head to a complete stranger, as if waiting for an answer. The elderly man beside me merely continued to read his newspaper and drink his coffee; apparently not aware someone was sitting next to him at the counter.

I was at a small café that was only a couple minutes away from home. I seemed to always stop here when the weather wasn’t that great. It was cloudy that day, still wet outside from the recent rain. Most people still had their coats on, despite the heater inside.

I sighed. What happened to clingy women nowadays? They seemed to have vanished. Or at least I seemed to only fall for the complicated ones.

Looking back at the photo, I remembered the day before come back to me. She had left quickly after packing her bags; I had brought myself back to the veranda, not willing to say goodbye anymore. I barely waited for a minute, and she was out the door. Soon enough I could see her slender figure striding across the sidewalk with her bags, looking for a taxi. I was hoping she would turn back once she realized how stupid it was to wait for one to show up at this end of the neighborhood, but she waited stubbornly. Just as I waited stubbornly for her to disappear finally into a car’s door, and off, out of my sight. I regretted not coming down with her later.

I spent the rest of the day in my apartment, just dragging myself from the kitchen to the living room. I hadn’t watched TV for that long in a while. I stayed up till 3 o’clock in the morning, until I realized I had work that day, and grudgingly I went to bed.

Coming out of my thoughts, I put the photo down next to my empty coffee cup, and glanced at my watch. Exactly 2 PM. My work shift would start in a half an hour. If I were planning to get there on time, I would have to get going now.

Timeline

Okay, so it's nearly 12:30 AM. I should really be in bed, since I have a test tomorrow (writing composition), but aside from that, I simply shouldn't be up this late. Anyway, I know this isn't exactly what you guys want from me, but it's something. So here it is. A poem... after a LONG time. A poem that actually has something to do with how I feel. Normally my poems are irrelevant and have no relation to myself... So this is different. Hope you guys like it.

We sit together.
In cheerful words we laugh,
Exchanging mostly smiles.

We hug in private acknowledgement,
Of our seemingly long journey ahead.

But I am aware of the kitchen’s timer.
I can see it in your eyes.
Although they are so strong,
I know one day you will drift off,
And I will have no one else to talk to.

Sometimes I think of the day I shall hear the alarm.
It rings in my head,
Like a nervous heart-beat.
My very own.

“Don’t think too much ahead,”
“Think of the now—you won’t regret it.”
So many say.
Yet here I am,
Catching your eye once again,
A caring smile falls upon you.
And I am once again shot with the sudden shock,
Of possibly losing you.

[EDIT: And if you're wondering who the heck this could be about, since the possibilities could be relatively endless-- it's supposed to be in regards to my dad. I was in one of my recent mood swings, and with that mood swing, I couldn't help but think about the things that I fear in the future. One of the many is the parting of my dad... ;( ]