The ex

The train slowly pulled away, and the last echo of the rails sounded so hard and heavy.
I stood on the empty platform and watched the train disappear into the distance, my body still trying to recover from the hug we gave each other moments before. A chilly morning, cloudy, gray.

Even songs I've heard time and time again had new meaning, and I could almost understood why the lyrics are the way they are. The streets were deserted, hollow and silent, all except for the coo-coo sound of a pigeon trying to woo its other half. The square where it's normally bustling with life, and people, was unearthily still. The sun hid, and even the wind that had been so wild the night before shied away.



For the first time in a long time, I felt this strange and sudden emptiness within me. Strange, because I didn't even realise there were going to be such feelings. Sudden, because it came as soon as the carriage doors closed and as the train inched bit by bit away.

It was a quick trip, but a memorable one down memory lane. We've not seen one another for more than four years, and I guess both of us have changed, somewhat. And grown. We walked around town together, down the same paths in the woods we had walked together... stood on the same beach we once sat and cuddled on... had dinner at the same restaurant we once dined at... even passed by the bench in the park where we shared our first kiss. It was a cold and bitterly windy night, but around the candlenight and in the dusk light of the sun setting over the roaring sea, it seemed so serene, peaceful, and romantic. He stayed over for the night.



All those things we first did together some six years ago, came flooding back as we slowly strolled together... the laughs, the inside-joke, the conversations we shared, the little likes and dislikes that you remind each other of and that end with a warm feeling inside because you know each other so well... We were innocent, perhaps even naive, teens then, and for us both it was our first relationship. For me perhaps the only love I've known until now. Maybe that's why it felt especially empty saying farewell not so long ago... I walked the streets, and wondered whether I'd find that feeling again... whether I'd feel that feeling again.


Into the reflection of a shop window I stared, and a lonely boy standing in the empty streets in a sleeping city stared back.