Subliminal

That moment. That precious moment when you hear his voice on the other line telling you “what do you want me to play for you boss?” with a tinge of crisp laughter. Then you hear him going about his room fixing the sound system just so you can hear clearly, as if you are with him in the same room, as if the miles you have between you is non-existent. Minutes pass and you are drowned in the sound of his guitar carefully blended using the amorous gifts you so lovingly offered. He laughs once in a while, telling you short stories in between. All the while you’re holding your chest as your heart struggles to be freed from it. All the while you’re holding your tears as it will express the agonizing ecstasy of that moment, a moment when bliss melds with desperate longing. You become empty as a dawning day. Cathartic…