there it was, the tv set with that comfortable armchair, glass of wine by the seat she set beside the place, enough of everthing she had, and knew she would have. Listened to more that she wanted, talked less than she needed, and there was she, ageing. Had a soup before dinner just because of the flu, didnt want to let the door open, but had to because of the heat, didnt want to hear or do anything.
she thought so she could think… and wondered…
he was there, present with his cheecks… chubby cheeks, on the computer laughing, waiting for his woman, waiting for his food.
she was there, on the subway, thinking about him, how his laugh would change her day… what to do for dinner… sleep in chair.
But she stopped thinking, it would only hurt. She was ageing, mentaly and phisicaly… there was no way of stopping it, there was no way how going back the couple of years she lost. Went back of thinking… getting away, going away, leaving, lefting…nonetheless, everybody was already doing it, why couldnt she?
well, she came back on watching japan, and libya, thinking about all the world, but gave up.
he? was away…
she? was lost anyway…
we? her birthday is on Sunday, but there is nothing to be celebrated.
went back to the armchair, thinking again, this time, with a kind of laziness of going ahead with anything.
came back on watching tv, just wanting those chubby cheecks, laughing and “charing” back again.
that bday comming
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