Flowers for a funeral (Wroclaw part 2)

I had about forty five minutes, and wasn't letting a second of it go to waist. Flowers, hotel check in, book a taxi, candles and petals around the bath tub, shower, shave, clean clothes. Taxi to where I was meeting Szilvi and still have five minutes to spare.

She was looking beautiful and hand in hand we walked while talking till we came to the center of town, and our hotel and restaurant. Small talk, miss you talk, antidotes, and travel notes, a lot said and a lot unsaid. Like that feeling you haven't been way from someone. We did the whole romantic dinner thing, wine, three causes, and up to the room, where we opened another bottle of wine and danced till we fell on the floor.


It was an early check out Szilvi had made plans with two of her friends to have a movie marathon, and we were cooking a feast to last the night. I had already agreed to it about a week before, though I wasn't expecting for us to eject ourselves so that we didn't even cuddle in the morning. I let her know that I was frustrated by this, 13 hours I had been back and I was playing number 2? If there was no 20 minutes of us in the morning, than it wasn't so long the question came, why?


Quickly 2pm came round and no one showed up, 4pm came round and no one showed up. At 6 pm we got word that no one was going to. We ate dinner, and watched movies, I was feeling bad for her, she was obviously looking forward to it. I understood that she felt let down, felt angry, but with all the long conversations we had, talking for 5 hours most nights, again I felt like a second priority. We had made plans that we would go to Zakopane for a few day, get a cheap hotel, go walking and hope for some really cold days. As we made plans there was always something, that made it not work, the room was too expensive, the bus didn't leave at the right time. Like we had to wait for the perfect opportunity, rather than make the best of what we got. We had one more day of this, no sex in the middle of the day for the fuck of it, we were support to be driven by lust and love and passion. A needle and a cushion had more passion then us.


It was day three, so much for another week together. I bought flowers, this time not for joy, but I'm sorry. Sorry I'm leaving. Sorry but we had something, and we both knew that it was never going to work, so we can't repair it. I'm heading to Gdansk, and am going to continue this next part of my adventure.


I would like to think I changed my mind. No, the plan got changed, that was all. I had a message, are you going to be in Paris this weekend? I was planing Monday, it was time I left the east behind and a couple of days forward wasn't a bad thing. And a good friend, you know when you need one.


And that was it, I booked my flight, I stayed a couple of days longer. One night we where having a smoke on the balcony, I give her a kiss with all of the passion I had, not because I was in the mood to, but from a reaction point of view. We had a fight.

Table for two (written in Budapest)

To my Dear Szilvi,

Come join me, for a romantic dinner for two.

Break this feeling of longing, that I have struggled with for the last two and a half weeks.

Take my hand as we wander, and share the stories of our time apart.

Dine with me so that we may hold each others gaze once more.

I will wait for you, at six pm;

on the night of Friday the fifteenth November,

So that I may give you the kiss we have yearned for.

Before we embark, to the Granary la suite hotel restaurant.

You needn't bring anything but your smile, nor worry about a thing,

and when dinner is done a room awaits us upstairs.

Your laugh, your smile, your body beckons me back

Please write your response soon.

Missing you still

Yours in longing,

-Duncan