The Soulful Atom

He watched the light flickering on the chairs while he waited. Vehicles flashed past and the lights accompanied him. He waited here every evening knowing she will not come. The brown color of the wood reminded him of how her eyes sparkled when she smelled coffee beans. It didn't matter what blend they were. She never knew. He doubted she could even tell the difference between two distinct blends; but it didn't matter, she just loved coffee. The way she loved rain, no matter when it poured. Like it did in November this year. She enjoyed it as if it was the first rain of the year. When each drop engulfed every dry parched particle of the scorched earth in its embrace. The year was a blur, completely out of place for where he came from. Just like the lightening which shine across dark clouds gather at the horizon whereas where you stand the sun is shining brightly. As if the clouds too are mocking you.
He never thought of such things, never acknowledged rain more than a grimace and donning on rain gear. Forced himself to be engrossed in the world he had created for himself. A world he was led to believe was the ideal way to be. A world, the basis of which had disappeared now, and it only hung on one of the many thin wisps of smoke suspended in the thick air of his fears.
Another flash of light shook him out of his reverie, it was time to go home. Back to fake smiles and a heaviness that would be lifted only tomorrow at the same place.. Waiting seemed more joyful that anything his world had to offer.. Even if it brought pain..
Heavily he lifted himself off the wooden chair, and walked on, only to pause momentarily to caress the back of the chair sitting opposite him all this while..