seashore

Memories from a boy’s vulnerable teenage years seem to haunt him
Images of a sunny outing on a seashore want to be recaptured in his eyes
Boys and girls enjoying the waters, some of them playing on the sand
Balls flying to and fro, the sound of guitars and songs ruling the air
Everybody seemed happy, ignoring the fact that it would soon fade later that day
On one corner was this lost soul, unnoticed
Reluctant to his classmates’ invitation to indulge on the fun there was
He stood still
Wondered if that someone he unyieldingly loves feels the same way as he does
He stood some more
Waited patiently
Prayed to God a million times: “Please this time, Lord.”

If only she knew how that moment almost tore and rip into pieces the minute remnants of his hanging spirit
Would she at least for the smallest chances notice and approach him?
Offer some time to talk? - To walk? – At least?

Years have gone by
Yet every time he gets to pass by that seashore
His eyes get teary
His heart throbs in a unique rhythm as if specifically engineered for that scene
And he couldn’t stop thinking
Uttering to himself

“I hope you did.”