Goodbye
The alarm clock awakes me
The bed is empty aside from me in this dark place I call bedroom
A new day begins
I make my way to the bathroom to ready myself for work
On my way I pass by the training room and there is nothing there as well
Everything has been cleaned yesterday
The chains on the floor put away
The gear returned to the boxes
They are no longer needed
There is no one to use them
Life has returned to the same it was before
I wash myself and prepare the food to take to work
I go to the training room to do my morning workout
No one sits on the red rug watching me do my routine
Waiting to for it to end to dress me to receive the prize of being allowed to touch and worship me for that quick moment before I leave
No more
I get my gear and head to the station
I take my place on the train and read the news of the world
In my head lingers still the task of setting up his work for tomorrow, setting the goals to be achieved and the rewards to offer if he succeeds in pleasing me with his actions
But there is none to live up to the challenge and claim what I have to offer
The journey passes quickly while I am lost in my thoughts
I leave the train and head over to my work
The hours pass by
I look over from the window and I think about how he is
If he was able to face his old life and reject the cravings that were imprinted in his mind from the time he was at my service
A part of me desires that that memory remains within him and another desires for it to forever leave his mind so his life can continue as it were before
That he can find fulfilment in the tasks of the day as I am doing right now
It is not my place now to care for him
He is no longer under my wing
Memories are difficult to erase and it is futile to do so
What is lived must be learned to make one stronger and more able than before
That is his task now
One that I cannot help him with
The day rushes its way with nothing really done
A wasted day in memories for no use
I set myself for that station again
No one waits me there to take my bag and escort me to the train, trying to make a sort of conversation to make up for the solitude he had faced that day
He lives now his own routine in his own world
The train takes me back to my place
In my mind words swirl into a text, to be transfixed into a post, to be presented on a blog
Words made from the sweat and tears from one who has served me with all his body and mind and gave the inspiration for this small moment of connection
One that has occupied a space in my life that was made for him
An imperfect place where he learned to fill the gaps, lost from the world and all his connections
A difficult challenge to live and survive
One that was accomplished with hard work and dedication
I open the door of my house
All that is left to say is
you have made me proud
