We have just flown over Calcutta, and will soon be in Bangkok. We may have an opportunity to get off and stretch our legs. The terminal is so vast that it takes nearly an hour to go through the Transit checks and find s monitor which tells you what gate to realight from and then walk all the way through two terminals to reboard. Smells and sounds and colours,,,brash lights ...I remember the flight over. being still for such a long time is alien to me.
As I sit here I can "see" you channel surfing, manning that remote like a veteren, absorbing a cross section oif your tatse in daily viewing...remembering how you place your pillows to try and relax, howyou sit and recline..you tripping going up just one flight of steps every time at the same step... I smile.. through tears that will not cease.
I have such a sense of you... I have the feel of you embedded into the very fabric of the palm of my hands..and my hands ache physically in their lack of you... O turn my hands over and look at them...seeing you again.. feeling every inch of your back..every curling hair on your chest... the way your hair sits... the feel of your arms... and the lengthof your legs... Blues in multifarious shades... you choice of ties... your eyes.. your tears and mine... the look on your face as you left nd I heard my soul crack...and the images of lovemaking...and just plin sex that rejoice me still.. they have to you see they must now last me a lifetime...
Moments... images and moments capturing what I can and have What we both took. I have some understanding of the price you have paid for this so far. i trully understand.
Watching the movie Galdiator as the staff start handing out breakfast...hearing life and movement and smlling breakfast..my stomach rebels wishing again for the anonymity of the darkness of the night and flight...thinking of you and cereal and coffee.. contemplating you as you sip your coffee hearing again your laugh; quietand deep.
