Phoet-ography #4: Love? Love...
Photographed by @deveerei
Love?
I wish you were here, to listen to my words. Words I kept in here, in my heart now tenfolds. As strong as the winds of storms, as cool as the rain filling up my skies.
Every time I see the moonlight gleam I remember your smile. That pretty face makes my tears go away even for just a while. In those times I held your hand in mine, I feel your love that was meant to last forever. Those songs that we used to sing i can still hear. Your voice lingers in my ears and in my heart.
I remember when I first saw you down that street on a cloudy day. Then you smiled at me, and it felt like sun shone on my eyes. That blinding light still binds me till this day. I asked for your name hoping to hear your voice. Which was, as I expected, as beautiful as a piece made by angels. You have a beautiful face, an angelic voice and a name that would be forever written in my heart. You were perfect in my eyes.
We had our laughs while having coffee and cakes that day. We shared a lot of things in common. Same favorite colors, movies, hobbies and we both loved coffee and sweets. Then, you let me walk you to your house. It felt like we strolled our way across heaven under the amazing night sky but I cannot compare anything to you. I kept staring at your face and I know that you've noticed that quite a few times. And that smile, I promised myself I would never let it fade away from your face.
I invited you for coffee for almost everyday, our connection became deeper and deeper. I can feel our hearts almost touching.
And then one night, when we were out having dinner in a restaurant just next to the coffee shop we were always in, I brought the ring that I bought the day before I invited you for that dinner. I am going to propose to you that night, that sweet night.
A man approached us and he suddenly grabbed you by the neck. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and pointed it towards me. He was shouting, you were terrified, everyone was. He was asking if I was the reason why you left him. He was, your husband. I did not know you were married. Maybe it's my fault, i did not ask.
He was about to burst in to tears when I grabbed his hand and then the knife fell on the floor. He gave me a punch and I was thrown to the floor, grabbing the knife. I stood up and stabbed him more than three times. He was dead by the police came.
After that incident we haven't seen each other and talked for a few weeks. Someone knocked at my door one night, I opened it. It was you. You hugged me and you were saying sorry because you haven't told me you were married. It started to rain. I went to the kitchen and made us coffee and a cake.
There was silence all over, we hardly talked. I sliced the cake and you fell asleep in my arms…
The next morning I wake up with tears in my eyes. I walked to my room and wrote this letter. I drove my car to the river to drown myself, hoping you'd forgive me for taking your life.
Phoet-ography is going to be a series of posts containing 1 photograph/art of mine with a poem (or a prose) written by me with it. All proceeds of said series will be saved and will be used to purchase a decent camera to improve the quality of future Steemit posts in my blog. Once the amount has been reached, I will still continue to post in the series, future earnings will be used either for giveaways or charity works.