Turn around
As I was standing at the corner, I thought I saw a face from my past. A face I can’t forget, but should. The face, the body, the clothes are unmistakable.
Could it be? Could it really be? I think.
When the light turns green, I begin to cross the street one way, them the other. As we’re passing each other, there’s no eye contact on their behalf. It makes sense, since we haven’t spoken since the falling out.
The history between us is filled with highs and lows. The story did not end on a high note. It was mean and miserable. I was treated like shit. Why I bothered to care is beyond my basic comprehension of human nature. I shouldn’t have cared, but I did. Maybe too much. It still hurts to think about it. And, yet, I still do.
When we pass each other, I turn around when I get to the other side of the street. I turn around once. I turn around twice. I turned around, again. They continue to walk, without stopping and without looking back. I bow my head and look at the ground. My fingers comb through my hair, massaging my scalp.
After I compose myself, I shake my head a little and continue to walk. Should I turn around again, just to make sure my mind and my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, or should I move on?
Could it be? Could it really be? I think.
When the light turns green, I begin to cross the street one way, them the other. As we’re passing each other, there’s no eye contact on their behalf. It makes sense, since we haven’t spoken since the falling out.
The history between us is filled with highs and lows. The story did not end on a high note. It was mean and miserable. I was treated like shit. Why I bothered to care is beyond my basic comprehension of human nature. I shouldn’t have cared, but I did. Maybe too much. It still hurts to think about it. And, yet, I still do.
When we pass each other, I turn around when I get to the other side of the street. I turn around once. I turn around twice. I turned around, again. They continue to walk, without stopping and without looking back. I bow my head and look at the ground. My fingers comb through my hair, massaging my scalp.
After I compose myself, I shake my head a little and continue to walk. Should I turn around again, just to make sure my mind and my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, or should I move on?
Authored by S at 12:00 am
8 Comments:
move. on.
I just realized the title reminds me of Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Ugh.
dammit dantallion! i wanted to be the 1 to say that! and in just the same way. with 2 periods! youre good.
to borrow a few words from the bradys, '...keep on, keep on, keep on moving...'
YOU SAID: "Why I bothered to care is beyond my basic comprehension of human nature."
I SAY: I think you bothered to care because of your basic comprehension of human nature.
I'll rub your head for you next time.
Unless you want to get run over by fast moving pedestrians on the sidewalk, move on I say.
Move on quickly lest some Canadian women start yelling crap at your ass!
Will him (with your mind) to step in dogshit.
That was like a scene in a movie.
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