rainy morning days

Rainy morning days

It was night, the dark and empty night. We were just talking about our last years in London. Do you remember those rainy morning days? The sky got angry and it gave us a grey glare. The water insisted on being there as it always used to be in that season. How can we go back to those days? We used to spend all day long watching the same film, again and again. Lying down on the sofa, nothing had to be taken off. Despite everything, I was there. Was the colour of the sky the reason to be sad? You always told me I had to be clear so that I opened up and confessed my feelings at any time. Today is not different. Somebody else was here, on the same sofa next to me, so close. You were not aware of those little things. You were not right here when you were supposed to be during these rainy morning days.



Ivan Islas
Mexico, City.
March 24th, 2007.