Short Narrow Trail


That night when we parted.... it was drizzling.

We were walking on a short narrow trail....

The wind was blowing.... chilly cold.

The night was very dark.

.... But the street lamps were strangely dim.

And very few houses in the neighborhood had their lights on....

In a distant I could hear the dogs howling....

But I didn't remember hearing the sound of bullfrogs croaking....

I extremely missed them at that moment

.... to break the silence of the night.

*******

We walked in silence for a long, long while.

Very few vehicles were moving about... though the night was still young.

Very few people were on the sidewalks... though it was Chinese Valentine's night.

*******

It was an uneasy silence....

Both of us knew that this conversation was our last opportunity to speak and hear from each other's voice....

No...No...It wouldn't be easy to break the silence....

How can we say we miss one another when we are not going to see one another anymore?

How can we say we love one another when we have decided to part?

And how can we continue to make promises that we can't keep?

And how.......

*******

It was a long walk on a short narrow trail....

Nothing more in words and in thoughts....

Just the holding of hands, the touching of shoulders, and the hearing of one another's breathing and heartbeats....

Just enjoying the precious moment before turning to say goodbye....

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It was reaching the end of the short narrow trail....

The gate lights of your house were especially bright....

You looked beautiful with your long flowing hair...

I especially loved to hold your silky and smooth hands, and feel your touch upon my heart....

And that look in your eyes and smiles, speaking louder and stronger than any word....

We stared at one another for a long while....

More than words.... More than words....

We finally parted with a smile.... and a hug.... and a kiss.... another hugs.... another kisses.....

God willing.... God willing....

*******

Time passed....

The neighborhood had changed....

No more chilly night....

No more housing estates....

Shopping complexes mushrooming at all corners....

I couldn't see your house anymore... or your bright gate lights...

Many people.... Many vehicles....

It was another Chinese Valentine's night....

Then the drizzling rain and the blowing wind....

And there...

The lonesome short narrow trail, covered in thick bushes and trees....

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