Another one-shot, inspired kwa the amazing song 'MacArthur Park'. It's kind of sad. I hope wewe enjoy it anyway, if wewe don't get some things, please tell me...
Note: GMT = Greenwich Mean Time
MacArthur Park
‘11.30 pm MacArthur Park.’ It was the only thing written on the small yellow paper that lay on the meza, jedwali in her trailer, but it was all she needed to know. It was the note she had been expecting years ago, but it never came… until now. A single tear slid down her cheek and fell down on the note, making the words blurry. She pressed it to her moyo and sighed, he was right, it was time to songesha on.
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed,
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
‘You’re late.’, he alisema as she sat down inayofuata to him on the bench looking out over the water. ‘I know, I always am’, was her only reply after glancing over at the big clock that told her it was 11.26pm. ‘It doesn’t have to be that way, it’s only 11.30, wewe still have time.’ She nodded, ‘What about you?’ ‘I have to go and live in GMT again, this siku has already ended over there.’ ‘But can’t wewe stay till…’ ‘No Liz, I can’t… There is nothing in the world I would want zaidi than that, but I can’t be selfish anymore, I don’t want to take any zaidi dakika away.’ ‘You’re not taking them away…’ ‘Yes I am, I’m sorry Liz, it’s just for the best. I don’t want it to become midnight just to tell wewe that I can’t spend the night.’ A few tears slid down her cheek, ‘Thank you.’
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers kwa the trees
‘At least we had a good time.’, she alisema scooting closer to him. ‘We did, we really did. The best hours were the ones I spend with you.’ She smiled, ‘Then why…’ ‘Because, Lizzie, I can’t give wewe what wewe need and deserve.’ ‘But wewe gave me so much…’ ‘I know, but we both knew it would end... and the longer we wait the worse it’ll get and the less time there is left... I don’t want to break you.’ He wrapped his arms around her as she cried.
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
‘You deserve so much zaidi than me, wewe deserve a man that can always be there for you, have a family with you…’ ‘I don’t...’ ‘Yes wewe do, don’t wewe see that?’ ‘But I upendo you, I upendo everything about you, I upendo wewe at night when wewe make upendo to me, but I also upendo wewe in the morning when you’re grumpy and don’t want to get up and… I just can’t imagine finding nyumbani without you, not after 7 years.’ He sighed, ‘Me neither…, but there isn’t a choice… I can’t make wewe wait for me to stop time, so our times will match, because I don’t know how… But wewe still have time to find a match, wewe can still have everything wewe deserve so the only good thing I can do is let wewe go…’ ‘It will never be like this again though…’
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let wewe catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one.
‘I think I should go now.’, she alisema after sitting in his arms for another few minutes. He nodded, ‘I upendo you, always have and always will. I will never forget about wewe Liz, I hope wewe don’t forget me either, but I also hope that wewe find another upendo and be happy.’ She stood up and smiled gently, ‘Bye Hugh.’ ‘Bye Liz.’ They looked into each others eyes and kissed passionately one zaidi time. Then she walked away. He heard her car drive away and when he couldn’t hear it anymore he looked up at the clock and saw it strike midnight as he remembered a line he once heard, ‘A clock that stands still is better than one that’s always 5 dakika ahead, because then at least twice a siku the time will be right…’
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky.
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why...
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Note: GMT = Greenwich Mean Time
MacArthur Park
‘11.30 pm MacArthur Park.’ It was the only thing written on the small yellow paper that lay on the meza, jedwali in her trailer, but it was all she needed to know. It was the note she had been expecting years ago, but it never came… until now. A single tear slid down her cheek and fell down on the note, making the words blurry. She pressed it to her moyo and sighed, he was right, it was time to songesha on.
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed,
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
‘You’re late.’, he alisema as she sat down inayofuata to him on the bench looking out over the water. ‘I know, I always am’, was her only reply after glancing over at the big clock that told her it was 11.26pm. ‘It doesn’t have to be that way, it’s only 11.30, wewe still have time.’ She nodded, ‘What about you?’ ‘I have to go and live in GMT again, this siku has already ended over there.’ ‘But can’t wewe stay till…’ ‘No Liz, I can’t… There is nothing in the world I would want zaidi than that, but I can’t be selfish anymore, I don’t want to take any zaidi dakika away.’ ‘You’re not taking them away…’ ‘Yes I am, I’m sorry Liz, it’s just for the best. I don’t want it to become midnight just to tell wewe that I can’t spend the night.’ A few tears slid down her cheek, ‘Thank you.’
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers kwa the trees
‘At least we had a good time.’, she alisema scooting closer to him. ‘We did, we really did. The best hours were the ones I spend with you.’ She smiled, ‘Then why…’ ‘Because, Lizzie, I can’t give wewe what wewe need and deserve.’ ‘But wewe gave me so much…’ ‘I know, but we both knew it would end... and the longer we wait the worse it’ll get and the less time there is left... I don’t want to break you.’ He wrapped his arms around her as she cried.
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
‘You deserve so much zaidi than me, wewe deserve a man that can always be there for you, have a family with you…’ ‘I don’t...’ ‘Yes wewe do, don’t wewe see that?’ ‘But I upendo you, I upendo everything about you, I upendo wewe at night when wewe make upendo to me, but I also upendo wewe in the morning when you’re grumpy and don’t want to get up and… I just can’t imagine finding nyumbani without you, not after 7 years.’ He sighed, ‘Me neither…, but there isn’t a choice… I can’t make wewe wait for me to stop time, so our times will match, because I don’t know how… But wewe still have time to find a match, wewe can still have everything wewe deserve so the only good thing I can do is let wewe go…’ ‘It will never be like this again though…’
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let wewe catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one.
‘I think I should go now.’, she alisema after sitting in his arms for another few minutes. He nodded, ‘I upendo you, always have and always will. I will never forget about wewe Liz, I hope wewe don’t forget me either, but I also hope that wewe find another upendo and be happy.’ She stood up and smiled gently, ‘Bye Hugh.’ ‘Bye Liz.’ They looked into each others eyes and kissed passionately one zaidi time. Then she walked away. He heard her car drive away and when he couldn’t hear it anymore he looked up at the clock and saw it strike midnight as he remembered a line he once heard, ‘A clock that stands still is better than one that’s always 5 dakika ahead, because then at least twice a siku the time will be right…’
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky.
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why...
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