I’m in my car as Alicia Keys sings. It’s cold. Raindrops fall on my windscreen, my eyes defocus as I wait out the jam. It’s dark, but not late enough in the evening for the streetlamps to come on, and even gloomier than usual.
I have no idea what to say as I head to the hospital.
It was just a simple visit to my girlfriend’s home, a week after returning from 14 days in Japan. Her dad turns around and they speak in Cantonese, I don’t understand a word. She looks shocked. She says an old family friend, whom she met the week before flying to Tokyo, has just passed away. In his sleep, of his first and last heart attack. No chance to say goodbye.
3 weeks ago, alive, jovial and joking. 3 weeks later, gone.
She texts me out of the blue last week, hadn’t seen her in months and didn’t think she’d be back from overseas so soon. Her mom has cancer, she says. They just found out the night she got back, and the morning I call, the doctor tells them she has two to three months left.
I’m in my car as Alicia Keys sings. It’s cold. I step on the accelerator bit by bit, inching closer to my destination. Take these material things, they don’t mean nothing, it’s you that I want. All at once, I had it all, but it doesn’t mean anything , now that you’re gone…
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nested loop…. glad tt yz is still alive. give thanks that we are alive & well