The Cold Wind blows, Chill is in the Air
It is the Day After.
The
party had come to a close. Way past midnight. Guests had left in pairs.
He was to stay until daybreak, while she had to rush back to prepare
her kids for school. She called him earlier in the evening asking for
directions. That gave him an opportunity to talk to her. Their first
meeting was at a friend’s home. He alone, she with her family. As they
exchanged pleasantries they also exchanged numbers as if by accident,
and the next morning she called. He was taken aback. Never thought she
would call so soon. It was a ritual to hear her speak every day as he
drove down the Expressway.
Moments gone by, Words Unsaid,
It is the Day After.
What could he say about someone whom he gradually began to love yet never had the heart to tell, even though they talked at length. He didn’t say anything and neither did she. He wasn’t a fool to risk everything by asking her that stupid question. As time passed he thought of the many times to tell her that he liked her. Both were married. So it was difficult. She added life to his otherwise lone living schedule, and as days passed by he felt waiting desperately for her phone call. His life took a turn when he had to turn homeward and she migrated.
It is the Day After.
What could he say about someone whom he gradually began to love yet never had the heart to tell, even though they talked at length. He didn’t say anything and neither did she. He wasn’t a fool to risk everything by asking her that stupid question. As time passed he thought of the many times to tell her that he liked her. Both were married. So it was difficult. She added life to his otherwise lone living schedule, and as days passed by he felt waiting desperately for her phone call. His life took a turn when he had to turn homeward and she migrated.
A Table laid for Two, None there but you
It is the Day After.
He was all of 60. The party was on. All would have been normal had they not met the previous night. The meeting made him unstable. As they sat talking at the coffee shop next door, talking of things from their past when she told him that there was a time when she was in love with him but he never told her anything so she took that he didn’t love her. She sort of made fun of it, but his heart ached when he heard it. How could he tell her that he loved her too. All his life he thought how someone as smart as her could fall in love with someone as nondescript as him.
We shall meet, I do not know when or where
It is the Day After.
He lost his wife a year earlier. He is seventy-five now and getting ready for the celebrations when she walks in……….Until now he was waiting for an ending to a story that was.
It is the Day After.
He was all of 60. The party was on. All would have been normal had they not met the previous night. The meeting made him unstable. As they sat talking at the coffee shop next door, talking of things from their past when she told him that there was a time when she was in love with him but he never told her anything so she took that he didn’t love her. She sort of made fun of it, but his heart ached when he heard it. How could he tell her that he loved her too. All his life he thought how someone as smart as her could fall in love with someone as nondescript as him.
We shall meet, I do not know when or where
It is the Day After.
He lost his wife a year earlier. He is seventy-five now and getting ready for the celebrations when she walks in……….Until now he was waiting for an ending to a story that was.
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At every step we take in life there awaits a surprise. And of all those surprises, Love catches us unaware....
The flutter it creates shakes us to the core....
The song is sweet... The song is sad..
But The melody of love is made to be hummed...
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