Rasa Kata

Someone to take my mind off things at the end of a long day/Someone to take my pants off me at the end of a long night.

No, it’s not love I’m getting at, but romance — romance and companionship, which beats being alone.

After nine tough months, I stopped praying for her return. I stopped asking God to bring her back home. 

She left a Post-It note on my desk. “Your secret’s safe with me,” it reads.