The Blue Cubicle

 I came early that day. 

The blue cubicle awaited.

Old friends greeted me, new ones shook my hand.

Excitement, friendly faces, the warmth of my old workplace.

It was unbelievable to think that I was thousands of miles away, and these people stayed.

I unpacked my bag. Our photographs were the first to lay.

On those blue cubicle walls, I wanted to see us every day.

My co-worker's face peeked from my left side.

"Hi. Can we..." he paused, but I knew a meeting came up.

He saw our photographs. 

"Um. Your boyfriend?"

I nodded and smiled. 

"Yeah."

"What's his name?"

And I proceeded. 

Talked about you first before any work-related conversation began.

I was proud of you

Proud of us

Proud of how we loved.

The pain from our last goodbye lingered, though.

I still remember how it felt to disappear from that boarding gate.

That day, we talked on Skype

And the day went slow

Five more months to go

From this blue cubicle, I will make you proud

Five more months to go, I will be back

I will save and embark on a flight to be with you.

To adore your brown eyes up close, to be in your embrace, to talk all night long like we used to.

And maybe, we'll be dancing and singing again, half drunk or sober

Sleet or snow beneath our feet, and the town must be as cold as always

We would be dining at the cafe where we first met

On the street we knew so well

But for now, I'd miss you daily

In this blue cubicle.

Inside, I held us close and dearly.