Wina

I remember that morning - the sunlight streaming in through your window. The world was right, the world was at ease, my voice muffled against your chest as I said: "Good morning, morning, I think I may be Chinese today!" You chuckled and offered me a bacon sandwich, but yet we remained as we were until the train threatened to leave us behind. I put my cardigan on only to find you standing there in front of me, the pale morning light hitting your body like a spotlight: "Wina, I want a picture of you just as you are now." And I felt suddenly shy, suddenly 15 again - tilting my head down from the relentless white light of the Thursday morning. Your fingers gently touched my chin, lifted my face upwards and: Klick - a young girl stared back at me. A mass of hair and beaming, iridescent eyes. And I realized then that this was love. I realized then that you never know why, sometimes it's just a given.  I fed you  berries on the way to the train station. (A fork sticking out of the pocket of my leather jacket.) And when you kissed me goodbye amongst the throngs of stressing commuters I had absolutely no idea that you would break my heart.

Oscar Isaac – Fare Thee Well (Dink's Song)