Sunday, October 25, 2009

Upon A Shooting Star

And there I was, lying on the finest stretch of sand on that beach in the darkest of nights, looking at the empty sky.

A nearby beach bar played some songs through their rather decent speakers, adding the mood to the atmosphere, though the sound faded in and out at times. Faint music suggested a slight hint of rock and pop in the playlist with the rest of R&B. Relaxing, very.

And then Nickelback's 'Gotta Be Somebody' came into play.

And it hit me.

* * *

It must be a wonderful night for you, I suppose.

Surrounded with relatives and friends, cheerful faces they possessed. Beautiful apparels and accessories covered you layers after layers, with such beautifully applied makeup and effects. Your fingers covered in brownish paint and you were treated highly in such traditions. All eyes on you, now. You smiled to them crowds, proud and happy, in the arms of his the man you just married.

It must be warmer in his arms.

And I thought about you the whole night long. Strange thoughts, though. But it was nice of you to wish me goodbye in such way by means of one last call, slightly a few hours before the knot was tied.

I still wondered why did you utter those words of how you missed me so and how you wished that I was there to share your happiness, to witness how it went and so on. About how sorry you were about us and how you wished you could turn back time and mend every little thing up. About how regretful you were that we were just a little to late for rescue.

And I still wondered why did you cry for a while, there, among other things.

But by all means, I wish you all the best with everything from now on. I hope he could still be a good guider for you, if he is not the better one yet the best, to lead you on life as never before and never again. I wish you luck and I wish you prosperity. And I wish you love for all life, in all eternity. I am happy for you, while in the same time I am sorry I could not make it for the event.

My heartiest and warmest congratulations for your wedding.

* * *

As I lied on the sand, I looked at the empty sky.

Almost as suddenly, a shooting star came appearing. 'Make a wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are,' they said. The faintly notable sound from the speaker comforted me while I looked at the line of light made by one shooting star.

Nobody wants to be the last one there,
'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares,
Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere?
There has gotta be somebody for me out there.

I was happy with all I have right then. Lest the need for a wish upon a shooting star.

So I signal it with my lighter instead.


soleil m said...

did u cry, jack?
if i were u, i would probably cry for hours :(

Mohamad Nazmi Zaidi said...

did i not, suria. i just did not know what i felt, and what i should have had felt.

oh do not cry you. we both share not of the same shoes =)