Elegy To Calafia, Part 2

dear Calafia, i saw you then whirling around the house with a face painted with Dior and MAC a dress of carmine and ruby a suitcase crammed full of clothes walking out the door without a doubt as you went to say hello to your new life full of red carpets glittering awards and cameras. your name was on the news every day, for something or other the house was empty without you and every day, i waited and waited – for something or other i thought you would be back. dear Calafia, you left yourself behind when you went off to London and Paris Beijing and Manila, anywhere but here so then i knew, or so i thought that you’d forgotten about everything you promised me, every time you said you’d stay, everyone who loved you because i see your face on billboards, magazines, screens beautiful, passionate, lonely and i wiped the tears from my eyes because ‘we’ had been broken. dear Calafia, i got your message this morning to meet you at our old place where the waves meet the rocks and the evergreens stretch into the distance and against my own wishes, maybe because you remembered it or because i never stopped waiting for those words, i went. you had barely changed – immortal in time and i’ll always remember how you with tears glistening on your face said a sincere ‘sorry’ before you kissed my cheek and that was it before i realized, you disappeared leaving that sad smile hanging in the air like the last time, i had let you leave and so – dear Calafia, this time, you won’t be leaving alone.