Already morning; got back on routine… the flux of events grabs me from everywhere I look around; and I am still feeling lazy; they talk, I smile politely, show agreement and pretended interest on what they ask me about; the only person of voice I want to hear left in the morning, whispering a friendly “see you “ ; - I am still wondering till this moment what does it means ,as such would not anymore exist; the high tide is shortly favorable to move out the place we met ; the chart will lead the command to another port and myself along; only the white waves can sail back the silence of the desires untold; are only woman's stuff ...the usual frame : tears, the nightly nostalgia; writing about, makes me feel better ;
It’s 10:00 am sharp… they keep enthusiastically talking about to leave;
The early morning ‘See You’ is still echoing in my ear and encouraging the thought of sometime in the future; the truth is, that I am scared of nothing left behind.