An empty sky
It was an empty sky. It was just green.
I lay in bed like a habit and looked out the window. an open window. Sour and fresh air crept over. the chirping of birds. a quiet morning. The dull tram noise from the railroad tracks is now only in my memory. The annoying voice that takes away a good night’s sleep.
I saw a crossroads. a place where the sound had always floated. There were passers-by and wind and cars flowed. The dogs sniffed at their owners, and a baby carriage rattled over the railroad tracks. That was the case last spring. And the heat suddenly came and the breakup came early.
“It’s only a month.”
Jenia let go of her clasped hand and smiled brightly. But tears curled along her cheeks. There was a lonely wind in the crowded waiting room. Each one seemed to be in their own thoughts and was heterogeneous.
“When we meet again, we can do anything together.”
The sky was very cloudy and cars came and went nonstop. The car that carried her disappeared into it. And it rained hard. The faces of the people, twitching or twitching, were distorted into various facial expressions, as if they had just run breathlessly from the other side of the dream. In the short rainy season of the Gobi Desert, it was crooked like numerous wildflowers blooming in their respective shapes in a short time. The passers-by began to panic. Various noises sounded too loud. In the front of the window, the moving things scattered and faded as if they were being sucked in. a heavy and damp step.
Her voice hung around the whole time. I reflected on her glistening eyes the warm eyes of love. The beauty that reminded me of my good heart.
“I will never part with you again
I closed the window. There was a sense of regret. The bird’s voice snapped. The silence came to its place in no one knew it. Time is slow, but time is fast. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen Jenia. The Ukrainian border was blocked and all traffic was cut off.
I uploaded a real-time news app. The routine was repeated in the same way. When I woke up, I ventilated, watched the news, and looked up at the sky. He was always staring at the window. Today is the same as yesterday and yesterday is the same as last few months. I just heard it with my ears and saw it with my eyes.
The alarm goes off. the start of business. I opened the laptop folder and put my palms on the screen. After the certification, the list of requests for modification was opened. I calculated the working time by carefully reading each line. There are more than 20 items, but they were all simple except for one task that seemed relatively difficult. It was not more than two hours, even if it was easy. I looked at the window again with a relaxed gaze.
The sky is still empty.
Before the afternoon, I finished all the order work. I forwarded the confirmation request to the team leader. In the meantime, I drank two cups of espresso, ate a cup of noodles, and turned the washing machine. And left her a meaningless message again. Unread content piled up endlessly on the messenger.
I lay in bed again and looked up at the sky. blank drawing paper. I’m not even going to allow clouds today. A space where nothing is drawn. I drew a line in the air with my hand. Many lines have been in the sky. What the plane left behind. Straight lines and curves, white lines intertwined with blur and clarity. They gradually faded and widened. Then it finally disappeared into blue.
“Maybe we won’t see each other forever.”
Pain blossomed like a moment, and the pain cringed like maggots in every corner out of reach. All the sounds of the world were hidden, and fear flowed in silence.
