The sun is yawning, meaning the golden hour has just started.
I look at the window and sip the last drop of my afternoon tea,
gleefully thinking that tonight is going to be lovely.

It's been a month since the last time we saw each other.
Am I wrong for spending the whole day thinking about you and only you?
So here I am texting you, asking where should we go for dinner.

Ten minutes later my phone beeps and there it reads,
"I don't think I can make it, have to stay late at work. I'll call you later? So sorry."
The night has been cancelled.

I put my earphones in, turn the music on and walk my way to the train station.
I'm going home.
And as I'm standing in the sea of strangers, his words keep on ringing in my head.

Then I remember, he just gave me the very same excuse,
as he did two Fridays ago.
I wonder why.

Photograph by Lulu Nisrina