An old memory

The oddness of the entire situation… How to mend a broken heart? As my plimsolls touched the well-known pavement I looked over my left shoulder and imagined your face was smiling back at me, like it once did. Like a translucent ghost the image haunted my feverish brain for a single moment, it flickered, and disappeared again. What was left? You wiped away the footprints we once left on the beach.
Pebbles seem so discomforting now.
I suddenly realised that I was looking through a foreigner’s eye, noticing those onlookers we used to be oblivious to. Do you remember finding ourselves kissing in the sun, near that café where they didn’t serve food? And the man on the balcony, who seemed to resemble a tomato? Your face has become a screensaver by now. An old photograph, bringing back sepia-coloured bitter-sweet memories. The last words you said to me were the ones I craved to hear the most
but I will never find out what they actually meant.