An old friend rendezvous

It’s been a very long time since you left, while I don’t exactly know the reason of your leaving. Just your silhouette of you that I saw dancing within the shimmering raindrops fell that night. I only sense the anger tinted upon your face, and perhaps that’s a good enough reason for you to leave. We used to have a great time together, laughing, dancing, make our own feast, and always hard to catch my breath while chasing you running, yes, and this one is my favorite. But those joyous moment approaching when the lemon trees backyard were taller than both of us.
The time has running fast, or perhaps flying like a supersonic jet, leaving those moments behind and distinction among our self grow faster beyond our comprehension. Now, everyone in my time have to be serious in any case inside their life, any activity that we used to love to do never cross in people’s mind again. Never, since I was taller than those trees backyard, I don’t even remember my last time laughing with you or with anyone, and don’t ask when was my last dance? It was so long ago when we’re still smaller than those lemon trees. And you, you never change a bit, you always think that, this life is too precious to be wasted in such a serious manner, that’s why you laugh more often than I do, you dance in any chances, and you always create your own feast in this life.
I do miss our chit-chat at the veranda while the wind softly blow our frown faces, but it didn’t happen for so long. Talking nonsense and sometimes verbalizing our own dreams the night before, but those was a great moments. We sat cross-legged on the grass, watching the blue skies, and start to blow out silly comments,
“Would it be the same sky we’ll found in other places? What do the sky looks like in Neverland, a place where people don’t grow old?. I want to see different skies, not only this sky upon our heads now,” I said.
And you just laugh at me and said, those skies won’t be different but it is me who could easily changed. You always said, I’m the one who could create my own atmosphere, my own rainbow, or my own cloudy sky. I couldn’t understand any single word you said that day, but later I finally agree with you.
Surprisingly today I saw you in front of my doors, stand still, with the same look that I always recognized. I captured a snap shot that telling me, you’ve been through more than enough warring in this life. Perhaps your luck went bad, and the passionate expression you always show suddenly swallowed inside deep exhaustion. But I still couldn’t find any regret emphasized within the words you chosen. You’re still you, an old friend of mine who always convince me that life is an episode worthy enough to spend with cheery moments, since the ending isn’t our call. Therefore, why it become so hard for us to enjoy the process? Rather than worrying about the ending.
The fire couldn’t easily bent by the wind in your eyes, you still have that bravery to enjoy all process in this life. Though scratches attached to your skins easily found, and I’m only able to imagine how’s that hurt, you just smile and said,
“We have our own war to prevail, but that’s not the ending we should worried about. It’s the process, we’ve to be ready to fit in,”
Just like old times, it took me few minutes, hours, days, months or even years to digest what you’re trying to say to me. But this rendezvous, will answer our curiosity about the color of episodes in life we’ve passed back days.