A dusky night, an everlasting rain, a seraphic touch, and your voice humming to the red Betelgeuse in the Orion.
It was only the night and I, and the tears in my eyes, all my loved ones slept, why didn’t you sleep too? Everybody slept, and you were still awake. I looked at the sky, and the Betelgeuse was still awake; I asked it what’s wrong? Why are you still awake? I heard it said: “The rhythm of the humming enchants me; I am in love.”
I am lost, my friends. I hope my voice reaches you; I hope it tells you how much I feel, maybe that’ll lead your way back. I hope it tells you you changed me, you confused me.
Was it just the hum that swept me off my feet? It was breathtaking. It’s been a while, and I’m still humming it and closing my eyes to see it, to see your deep voice with the light shudder and the cold breath.
We talked for hours, and I put my hand on my chin and listened without any interruption for hours. Remember?
Forgive me, but I can’t remember anything you said, I wasn’t listening. I was too distracted by the way you were talking, the way you smirk with every sordid detail, and how your nose twitches when you’re talking about something morbid, and your eyes, God, your eyes. I can’t remember what color they are; I remember they were my favorite color in the world.
I wish I can save your hum in a frame and carve at the bottom: here lies the humming of my darling abyss; so melancholy yet so divine. I could draw it if you let me, I could draw the way your voice fades, and then chirp a little like a nightingale.
Was it twilight? Or was it night? I can’t remember, you were sitting in front of me with crossed legs and talking, how can I notice anything else? And then, at one point, as we sipped our hot coffee and then looked at the skyline, you started humming the ever-most stunning hum, so beguiling that it could be mistaken for a hymn.
And I’m still stuck there at that one moment past 9 pm on a gelid night, looking at the skyline, but the only thing I saw was your warmth beside me. I closed my eyes because it was so beautiful, your warmth, it was so beautiful that I didn’t want any view to distract me from it.
I’m stuck at a hum.