In my cab, I took the letter out and started to read what was there on it
“Things were cozy, calm and homey
Winds were breezy, cold and sharp
closed eyes, tender lips,
Gentle kiss and racing Hearts.
Fiery desires, tempting touch
You and me clutching our nerves
serving the pleasure,with sprinkles of guilt
which suffice of hate,and storm of filth
opposing the act we loved to bones
Turning heart into stones
crushing the moment crushing us more.
Next moment sounding the worst,
Not love, but just the lust
A stream of pain, turns to tear,
A tear that see you going discreet, and leaving hands,
A tear that pleads, to take a stand.
A tear that could bend a mountain,
couldn’t move a fragile heart
Cries in despair, clogged air.
waits with fear, until the infinity,
see you going away, like an unknown entity.
Next Friday, 10 PM, Blueridge Bridge. Wanna go back to the college again ?”
There was a deep message hidden inside the poem, No one but me could understand that better. It was from a girl I dated in my college. I read the letter again and again until I reached office. Blueridge Bridge was our favourite place where we used to hangout in spare time, where beautiful breath taking view of small mountains would calm us and we would sit on the side of bridge for hours until the evening turned into night. I never went there after we parted our ways. I had abandoned that beautiful place just like We had abandoned each other on a fateful evening when we decided that it was in the best interest for both of us.
But now, here I was standing in front of my office gate, having her letter in my hand thinking about her, about Blueridge Bridge. She was back , and back was the biggest fear of my life, My Past.