The Doctor

She rang to ask me something really mundane, like what are my plans for the weekend or have I eaten... it was midnight and I had precious hours to sleep before dawn breaks. We spoke at length and with an honesty that was missing for so long.

She tells me that she sensed there was something up with me every time we met. I'm hiding secrets along with my smile. I tell her she is observant and apologised. I wasn't about to divulge my mind to the company we keep and if truth be told I wasn't ready to speak. I told her the gist of everything and it made us both laugh, to learn how silly and naive we still are.

We shared war stories and cackled at the games we played. She hates being dependent on a person and I hate not being in control. We toasted hedonism and mocked the faithful but silently we prayed for deliverance.

I told her we should do this more often and she agreed. But life gets in the way and we're both guilty of neglect. I found comfort in her words and did not need her sight to behold. She tells me not to hold back anymore, it's just not me.

She tells me she is amazed at the things I said, I told her don't be as I crave nothing else but normality. We are the same age but she seems wiser than that.

I said I had to go, I'm tired and have been working till late. It was unfortunately abrupt and I was sorry to put the phone down. I promised her cautiousness has left my heart. We agreed that kindness is an art that is lost in these times. I said gentleness is a quality that is often trampled on.

Oh she asked me how my foot was and I said my dorsum's fine. She told me I needed plenty of bedrest, I told her I played in the match yesterday. She knows better than to chide me on this. I think we both understand each other's nature. She is sensible and I am ... well I am just me.

It really felt like we were talking after so long. These are the little moments which makes things worthwhile. Perhaps next year we'll do this again.