Echoes of Yesterday's Rose

It's already midnight. The clock's hands mark the passing of time, and as the world sleeps, I find myself alone in the quiet realm between yesterday and tomorrow. My body is weary, yet my mind is more alive than ever. The weight of nostalgia rests on my shoulders as I reflect on the chapters of my life that unfolded before this solitary hour.

Memories of my family from overseas, the laughter of friends from the past, and the bittersweet echoes of a love that once was flood my mind. In the cocoon of my room, I am both prisoner and keeper of my thoughts, trapped beneath the roof of remorse. This familiar solitude becomes the canvas upon which I paint the emotions that swirl within me, emotions that intensify as I prepare for my upcoming journey, a departure set for the first day of July.

In the stillness of the night, the girl from yesterday ( Salma ) comes to me, an apparition that haunts my waking dreams. Gentle, intelligent, and cautious, she was a mystery wrapped in an aura of tranquility. Her presence emerges like a specter, a silent enigma that dances through the corridors of my memory. Our connection was a polyphony of silences, an ocean of calm where her restrained words intertwined with mine. The world, blind to her beauty, failed to recognize the rose hidden among the thorns, visible only to the gaze that sought depth beyond the surface.

Our story, alas, was but a simple tale, a fleeting moment that has slipped through the fingers of time. The girl from yesterday has already forgotten the words we once shared. As I reminisce about the fantasies, old dreams, laughter, and memories, I am transported to a bygone era, a future that never materialized. Separated by vast stretches of land and greenery, we were forced to abandon our fairy tale, the threads of our connection fraying into the wind.

She didn't want to lose me altogether, she insisted on preserving a fragment of our bond – a thread labeled 'Friends.' Recently, she reached out, sharing details of her new life, a life entwined with a man named Adam. Perfect on the surface, Adam's words and demeanor concealed a darkness that ensnared my sweet one. Like many before her, she fell prey to the charm that hid his true nature.

Her confession, a torrent of guilt and remorse, reached my ears. A revelation unfolded – the purity of my angel had been violated, and, more heart-wrenching still, I discovered that I, too, was just one chapter in her tale of affairs. Soon, I would become a face without a name, a thought without depth, the spectral remains of an ancient time.

The girl from yesterday has moved on, leaving behind both me and the reflections that once danced in the shadows. To this day, I carry the burden of abundant sorrow, a persistent ache that lingers in the corners of my solitude. The imminent departure, initially seen as an escape, now stands as a testament to the inescapable nature of emotional pain. Though physical distance may provide reprieve, the heart bears the weight of memories, carving shadows that persist within the recesses of my consciousness.

As the clock inches toward the darkest hours of the night, I contemplate the journey that lies ahead. The road may stretch before me, but the emotional landscape remains fraught with the contours of our shared past. The echoes of yesterday continue to reverberate, reminding me that the true journey is not measured in miles but in the steps taken to reconcile the fragments of a broken heart.