We see each other across the room and run into each other's arms. We squeeze tightly. It's been so long. We take a step back and glance into each other's eyes. "Tell me about your life", I hear myself say.
This day is not today.
I dread this day. Part of me will be gone. I'll glimpse the part of me that's missing, if only for a second, in his eyes. It may be there, but it's not active...
Not living...
That was a stupid place to keep that piece of me.
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