Shaking

Shaking

Tonight is one of those nights that I forced myself to forget. I tried to sort my thoughts out to don't hurt so much, but I can't avoid the memories that tear up my heart and the wordsthat one day I said, reverberated in my soul. " I'm going to hang up!...." .

"I'm going to hang up!... " I told him hastily. He did hope in silence a cordial farewell. But my concerns and worries didnot allow me to continue the conversation; I never thought I would be so sorry for these last words; leaving me with a great loneliness.

I will never forget the day I saw him for the last time. Iwalked down 45th street; a very busy street, full of offices, tall buildings, and shopping centers. I can still smell the buses’s smoke, listen to the car horns far away and the voices of peoplechatting in the cafes; but I remember that I could barely walk. My legs were shaking and I was so agitated that I could barely breathe.

I walked, just walked but everything around me was blurry andwithout sense, I felt stunned and inert. I arrived in a gray tall building, with very large windows. When entering a very cold wind took hold of my body, I felt my bones and cheeks creak like ice.There was no elevator and I had to walk to the second floor. I remember seeing the stairs very long, I was walking and walking but felt I never arrived. Fighting tears in my eyes, I felt that I wanted toscream, but the sense tied my soul. When I did reach the second floor, I could not believe what I saw. He was there, lying in state, inert, in a horrible coffin of varnished mahogany. I can still seeits golden moldings of unfriendly brightness. In that coffin my light was turned off, my joy, my dreams, all my being dried up when I saw his pale face and beautiful eyes closed.

With this imagemy last hopes were snatched and faded out into the idea of following him. Follow him! yes; it was the only resolution that was worthy of my affection, in the height of my pain, and the remedy for the...