Before Midnight I

When I think Cordilleras, what I miss most about him is the way he used to lie down next to me at night.
 Sometimes,his arm stretched along my chest and I couldn’t move ,
 I even had my breathe.
But I felt safe, complete.
And I miss the way he was whistling walking down the street.
And every time I do something I think what he would say, like “it is a cold day, wear a scarf”.
But lately, I’ve been forgetting little things.
It’s sort of fading and I’m starting to forget him.
It’s like...like losing him again.
So sometimes, I made myself to remember every details of his face, the exact look of his eyes, his lips, his teeth, what type of his skin, his hair.
But those all gone by the time he went.
And sometimes, not always, but sometimes, I can actually see him.
It’s just like a cloud move away and there he is, I could almost touch him.
But then, Doria there, rushes in and he varnishes again.
That’s why I did like this every morning, when the sun is not too bright outside, the sun somehow makes him varnish.
He appears and he disappears, like a sunrise, sunset, or anything so ephemeral.
Just like our life, we appear and we disappear.
And we are so important to some but we are just passing through.