He stood
Then he sat
He stood up again
He walked a few steps ahead
Then retreated
Ending up where he was standing before
He ignored the bench and sat on the ground
The grass was wet
It had just rained
He thought of how he had run under the rain
Almost slipping on the wet ground
The umbrella of no use, as it moved in the opposite direction
He struggled to hold it over his head
But that didn’t bother him much
He was already soaking wet
His last money drenched in his shirt pocket
She had asked for money again
She has cried and cried when he said he was living on his last
But he loved her, so he bled when she cried
And he took out the last of his money
She told him to meet him at the usual place
But it was well past 4
She still hadn’t arrived
The rains had calmed
The thunders still roared out her name
But she still never came
He sat in the hope that she’d come
Despite whatever held her up
It was his fault
He had delayed after she said she needed the money urgently
It was his fault that he had disappointed the love of his life again
He longed in his heart that she would come
He sat and waited
He shut his eyes
A tear dropped forcibly after another
There was a gentle tap on his shoulder
Eyes looked down at him, glinting in the sunlight.
Almost blinding, he managed to look back.
It wasn’t her.
(Photograph by Joel Boahen @officialkwabbx)