The Wake

"In every day there will always be
a single second of bitterness.
Yes, the world is a mess.
Everything is imperfect.
But I'm okay with you.
And that makes each morning
quite alright."

It's almost 8:00pm, I'm boarded on the bus bound home. Nothing is interesting, this is the same
route I've been taking everyday, for the past 18 months. But one things different... it's lonelier.
Somehow there's a sadness in going home alone, especially when it's pouring outside.
That's right, the great dramatic scenes when the actors stare out at the window, watching the
sky cleanse the earth of all its misery and heartaches.
But tonight, the sky gods are doing it extra. Only the street lights were visible and yet it seems
like they're on but cannot shed light. And I could only see the street when the lightnings strike
all at the same moment. And in the past minutes, the lightning choreography had been doing
just that.
I checked my phone but there's no blinking light there to indicate that I was remembered in even
this very simple way. So I resolved in setting the mp3 player to high volume and making myself
deaf with the songs you picked for me. But it never happened. Instead, I doze off.
It was around 10:00 when I reached home. Tasted the food and hit the sack as if that's what I am
programmed to do. I reached for your pillow beside me and held it tightly as I drown
myself to sleep, hoping that this will make me feel less alone. That's when I found a note
that might have been sleeping there all the while I was at work.
"Night shift today. Sleep tight, everything's gonna be fine. I love you so much."