Yesterday. The sound of the slamming door still resonates in his ears, again and again. He feels so very empty,even though Fang is there, warm, by his side. Good old buddy that never left him alone, from his college years always by his side. Fang loves him, only Fang loves him, Fang who never left him. Not even when she could not stand the poor dog and sent him out of the house every night. She never liked Fang, but Fang was right, he could not stand her, he is the only one that saw her real face.
Now all is history, separation is a fact, yesterday is gone. She left, slamming the door and taking all his joy and dreams. Here he is, broken, left with the memory of her beautiful face laughing while he held her, when they were happy, when they believed it will last forever…
He misses her kiss, her presence, he still feels her presence floating in the air around him like a perfume… His dying soul is melting , liquid like the tears streaming on his eyes. Fang licks his wet cheeks and sits still by his side as he contemplates the dawn and all the emptiness in it…
…the light from the sky
falling like a gray paint over
his eyes and his soul…
This is my entry for The Līgo Haībun Challenge