X I feel my heart speed up and a nervousness that wasn’t there a minute go fills me with dread. She stands by herself, a distance from me, ordering a drink at the bar. I knew she would be here, but that doesn’t make seeing her any easier. She is wearing the same shirt, the same corset that she wore when we went to a concert together. Back when she held me close; when she repeatedly kissed me; so many times I forgot there was music playing. My companion suggests I go over and talk to her. But what would I say? What would she do? How do you approach an X? I don’t know if it is the nerves or wisdom that makes me stay where I am. Unseen. When last we communicated, she painted me a villain. I tried so much to be a hero. Her hero. But my every action was interpreted as manipulation and control. I tried to do right, but was left feeling I could do nothing but wrong. As this concert ends, I hold my ground. To exit, she will mostly likely cross my path, which she does. She finally sees me, and she tries to look away as if I am not there. But she can’t help herself and looks at me again. As she comes closer to me the word “hi” forms on her lips, but the crowd pushes her forward so no sound is heard. She only has time to look at me and smile. And honestly, that is all she needs to say...
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 05:21:37 +0000
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