Searching for meaning in an empty coffee cup,
he sat around the busy café contemplating life.
The rain was pouring out her dreams and hopes
on the clear glass window as if to only shout out:
“It is me you’re searching for!”
“The rain will eventually stop as well,” he thought
as the wind slowed down to a gentle hum
and the droplets now turned lighter and flowed
down the glass like the memory of Her.
He stood up and walked across the empty
streets of downtown not going anywhere specific
but walking with a sense of purpose, nonetheless.
“Maybe I’ll see her empty walk,” he thought,
as he kept walking down the dripping streets.
“Maybe she hasn’t forgotten
the sound of the rain as I did long ago”.
As he kept walking, he noticed that the drains,
filled with the suffocating waters,
were overflowing with hopes and dreams,
mumbling her name as he splashed through the alley.
Everything seemed to stop and standstill as the sun
peeked its bright brow from behind the shallow clouds
which now moved at a steady pace across the morning sky.
“Hello old friend from the east, I see you’re just as happy
to see the clouds roll away as I was that faithful afternoon”.
He began reminiscing of a time where the horizon
was the only thing which made sense and
the thought of her slipped into his clustered thoughts.
“If she’s not here with me, at least the memories
will forever flow down the river of thought,”
but the river was now muddied and distorted
by his helpless attempts to grab and drink their essence.
A bitter taste soon arouse, as a droplet of mud jumped
into his mouth from the reckless car driving so fast
that it made him wonder to whom it was driving.
His shoes now filled with doubt, echoed silently
as his steps became heavier and heavier, to a point
where wearing them seemed useless, for his feet
were also drenched with dirt, and so he took them off.
People were staring at his naked feet
as he proudly walked the streets,
only to feel a sharp pain rise up his leg
and up into his brain as a piece of glass
slashed away at his bare foot.
It was the remains of an old whiskey bottle,
with its purpose now served, remaining
shattered on the brick walkway,
waiting for a fool to stumble upon it.
His foot started gushing out blood and
the streets began turning red as he walked
by the strange people only staring in amazement.
“Oh, the sweet aroma of blood fills my breath
once again, I have missed your wretched pain,
just as I have missed the rain, and ultimately her.
At least you are still here to show me that I can,
in fact, feel pain again. My endless search for numbness
is useless with you wondering about”.
He walks back into the café,
now not as crowded as before,
but with enough eyes that his bleeding foot
turns heads around the room.
The chattering furiously grew,
as the floor began soaking in red.
A man offers him some napkins, as if that
will stop his heart from pumping
the syrup-like liquid through his body
and out on the recently mopped floor.
He takes them nonetheless and wraps
his now swollen foot, like a child
being tucked in by a loving mother.
The waiter approaches him through the
staring gazes and offers him a cup of green tea.
“At least the rain has finally stopped,” she said
with a loving smile, as she places
the cup of tea on the tiny table.
Just as the cup touched the table,
the rain began beating on the glass windows
surrounding the café as if it was trying to break in.
The blood outside washed away and dispersed
among the sidewalks as people started
splashing through, in an attempt to stay dry.
“So much for that,” she said,
smiling as the rain now
echoed even louder in his ears.
His tongue scorched as the tea made its way
into his mouth, wanting to say something, anything!
He chokes on the boiling water infused with green leaves.
She walks away smiling to herself as the rain slows down once again.
He remembers to blow on the hot tea as he takes another
sip, trying not to rush anything which can be easily avoided,
but it was too late now, and his tongue numbingly
burns as he wonders if this tea will give him the
same caffeine-filled rush that he was used to.