THE DIALOGUE: WHY MAY?

"Hey, Sweetness. What's up?"

"Nothing. Just waiting for May to come."

"May? Which May? You have a friend named May? Oh, ya! One of your bosses at Sky. Mr. Maynard? Why are you waiting for him? It's kinda weird."

"Nah. Not that old nice father-like guy. Tsk. It's May."

"Which May? I never knew before that May is your friend. A new one?"

"I don't have any friends named May, you silly. It's May, the month. I am waiting for it to come."

"Ah!"

"Yes."

" I don't get it, honestly. Look! Hey, look at me! I look dumb right now, ya?"

"Absolutely. You do look dumb every single day. Haha."

"Well, I do, and that's just because I never get you. I never understand what you think nor the simplest mind you have. You're just like some mysterious poet who shares life only with the night sky. You think that sexy?"

"So you do think I'm sexy?"

"Heaven, no! Crap! Anyway, why May? What's so freaking special about it?"

"It is just a nice month. A very good time. Spring comes. Flowers bloom. The sun shines very warm."

"Now you sound like a romantic crap. Cut that frigging crap out."

"You yourself are cynically crap. Do not crap me, you crap."

"Whoa, whoa. Why suddenly, out of the blue, are we talking about crap? Let's go back. Seriously, why May?"

"Told you already. It is a very nice and warm month. Nothing less, nothing more."

"I won't buy it. There's something more than that. Summer is much warmer and nicer. Why May?"

"Maybe it's just May. Only in May can you say maybe. Maybe yes, maybe no. Maybe May, maybe some other time. May it be never happening, may it be coming. Maybe sooner. Maybe later. Everything in May is just 'maybe'. Yeah, maybe. Probably, possibly. I don't know."

"There you go again. That look. That face. Those words."

"What?"

"Same old song: you are the one that I can never understand. I never know what state you're in right now. But, one thing I can tell you is that Earth's calling you home. Knock knock! Stop living in your La-la Land. Stop living in a bubble! Wake up! May is coming, of course. You don't have to wait for it to come. You don't have to be worried. Leave that 'maybe theory' alone and enjoy your life, Sweetness. Are you with me?"

"I am enjoying my life as a mysterious yet sexy poet whom you can't understand."

"Yet I love."

"..."