1-28-2020 -Bird, Clock, Whistle

“It’s been a while since we’ve met. I’ve been coming here looking for you. Is everything ok?”
She asked with so much concern. It’s the concern I’ve been avoiding for many reasons but the most important being my own grief.
“I’ve been around,” I replied without saying anything at all.
“Well, I am happy to see you here today. You know there’s been something on my mind. When we first met, I noticed your wedding band. Can you tell me about her?”
I looked down at the connection that I dare to forget, but the memories naw at me in starvation. I smiled to myself. Instantly I was transported to the time that is ingrained and deeply embedded in my story.
The day was not out of the ordinary. The sun was hidden by the many rain clouds that cover the city this time of year. I look down at my watch to check the time. My momma always said that I should keep the clock, as she can’t always keep it for me. That was when I was a young boy, but I’m a man now. It’s my first year at university and I’m already late.
“Excuse me,” I heard a woman say just before she place her fingers in her mouth to whistle for a taxi. It’s funny, in two little words I could hear how beautiful her voice was, similar to a birds song

Gayla Nikols