At 5:10, I dialed your number.
You said you were on the way to airport in a taxi.
You would keep my card.
You said you would call me as soon as you settled down.
And I said, hoping for you postcard.
…
In evening, did some thing in hurry.
When I saw my watch: 21:50, It was the time you takeoff.
And something comes to my mind: all you numbers suddenly were invalidated.
And now, it’s 00:35.
Are you sleeping? Dreaming? Or looking out of the windows; finding a beam of the dawn.
A new day, right?
Oh, no, it’s old to you, haha.
You’re still in April, 22. And I’m in 23. Amazing?
One year ago, I wrote to myself:
Open arm, she fly away. And I’m still here, strolling with a dog.
It comes true.
Waiting for your call.
Waiting... from now on.