Lost in Reverie

I was “cruising” the familiar sites as always when I got the call. I ran as fast as I can without paying any attention to who are what I’m dumping into. There was only one thing in my mind. MB.

As my cab sped pass the hi-way, I can’t help but utter a few words of comfort to myself. There is really nothing I can do now than to ask my driver if he can drive faster and hope that I we won’t end up in a hospital.

At the hospital lobby, I just stood there speechless. I have no idea what to do. There is no one else there but me. I would like to shout, to cry, to laugh, anything to release the tension building in my chest but I seem to lose the knowledge to move or to show any emotions. I just stood there like a statue.

When the doors opened, the doctor beckoned me. I approached him with heavy feet and legs. When he removed his doctor’s cap and gripped it tightly, tears started flowing down my cheeks. It’s bad news. I knew it.

I entered the room and look at the motionless person covered by a white blanket from head to toe, tears still flowing freely down my cheeks and no words coming out my mouth. I took the chair beside the bed and pulled back the blanket to look at the face of the person who changed my life for one last time. I would like to kiss and hug him but my limbs failed me. I just sit there, staring. Staring at the face of the person who I knew I will never see again.

I wasn’t able to speak for days after the funeral. I withdraw to my room and did nothing but stare at the skies through my window. People came and tried to lift my spirit but I just can’t. I just can’t. People said that I’m still in shock hence the silence. But they don’t know. They don’t understand.

One day, when the skies were clear, a friend entered my room. He noticed that I’ve been staring to the skies ever since the accident. He asked me, why. And for the first time in a year, I smiled and said:

“I’m waiting for my angel to come back”

PN > This is just a dream. Everything is OK. Thanks to wanderer for bringing this to my attention.