Its over now forever.
It was the only one
we had of us
I found the torn
bits by the door.
The edges were
gone. The images
Its all blurred now,
but it was whole once.
Yes blurred. That is the right word now. It was the only photograph they ever had of them, of them together. In all those years, all those five years of togetherness.They had all but one photograph of them together. It wasnt by far the greatest, but it had both of them together. He was the one who always took pictures. Pictures of her, in various forms, places etc. Actually the whole time she was with Mike, those beautiful moments they shared, he captured all of them. But it was just her in those pictures.
She knew, she couldnt keep him tied to her. However gentle he was with, in his heart he was like a wild horse. He yearned to be set free, to discover new places, to explore.But then, when you are so madly in love, you can always dream, rather hope...that he was yours completely. She was sure, he was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She had known this from the very beginning. But she never told him this.
He was always on the move. Suddenly one day she would find him gone but he was back soon there after. " I miss the warmth of your arms, Sarah", he always said. She missed him immensely but never complained. Nor did she ever ask him, where did he go? What did he do? Nothing. She was content that he always came back to her.His disappearing acts became more frequent and more prolonged. But Sarah continued to him and even more.
It was during their last summer that they went to fair. Mike knew sarah had a fascination for balloons and he bought them for her. " Its ridiculous Mike," Sarah had complained but he knew she loved them anyways. The fair was lovely. Vibrant colours, silly games and magic shows, it had them all. They went for everything. Sarah was content. Yes they took many pictures...but of Sarah only.
Towards the evening, they came upon the photobooth. " Lets get a picture of us together, Mike", Sarah pleaded. " No Sarah, its rubbish". But he had to give in. "its only for you I'm doing this Ok."
And that was the only picture they had. She had pulled him close to her, kissing him on the cheek. The smile lighting up her eyes. He had made a disgusted face and groaned.
Mike had been horrified with end result. But she was estatic. "You keep it, Sarah" Mike had said. He had left that night. But this wasnt the last time she would see him. He had left no number or address again. All she could do, was to wait. But he never came, not at least for six months. This was the longest time he was gone.
Silly as she was (as we all are) in love, she had hoped he would come back right to her.
And he did come, the doorman had informed her one rainy afternoon. She rushed the three flights upto her apartment. But something was wrong, she sensed immediately. He wasnt there inside now. Where was he? Something was surely wrong. Suddenly her mind had drifted to the photograph at her bedside table. She was right. It was gone too, just like him.
Then she has found the pieces left by the door. The pieces of that photograph which would never be the same, he had torn it. Why did Mike do this?
Where was he?
Just pieces by the door. All smudged now by the drops of rain falling through the window. It was over now. He would never come back. It was all over.