"Dear! The Sun Has Set"

 

Sometimes, we don’t need a grand goodbye; not even a moment dedicated to it, especially when we’ve practised reading a farewell note so often. One evening, as everyone heads home, we quietly dissolve like the sunset. Knowing there may not be another sunrise, yet finding breath as we walk on different grounds under the same moonlight. Preparations for celebrating sunrises are taught, but go blank as, with every passing second, the sun vanishes.

After a certain point, you stop questioning things or seeking validation. Tracing where things went wrong becomes mere foolishness. Letting go reflects wisdom. Dear, who doesn’t want to be addressed as wise?

Dear, let it be like the castles children build by the seashore, only for a wave to come and wash them away. Still, the joy of building that castle together must never be forgotten. Childhood slips, adulthood rolls. Let morality rule.

Many waves will come. Some will cause damage; others may shake our entire belief system. But remember... nothing truly ends with a full stop unless we reach the flat line on an electrocardiogram.

We carry a lot in our hearts, "sunken sentences, labyrinthine love, and treasured tears." We are indeed a tattered treasure. Eyes would reveal our condition, so we don’t make eye contact. And in the end, the night hugs us like a mother while the ears miss the lullaby.

~A