Truly winning

There were 4 people. A man, woman, who are lovers. A woman, who tried to laugh behind the pain. A man, who tried to keep himself together seeing the woman he wished to be with, right on his face with the man she chose to love.

The lovers on the other side of the court. And the weepers on the other end. The cock flew to wherever the batting would lead it. Each player keeping focus not let the cock touch the ground or lose it to the opponents’ delight. Until the game was over. The winning team: the lovers.

But what was truly winning was that, that man with his heart broken, seems invincible. How could he stay in the game with himself in composure witnessing scenarios he wished to be a part of? How could he, with each and every day of his life bear to see these two people happy together? When it was supposed to be he as the lucky man. And now, the  game is finally over. With flying colors, I suppose. Great job, dude! Salute.

.…forever is just the exaggeration of a long wait – waiting beyond imagination…5.17.’07

~ by nomadameisele on May 18, 2007.