Thursday’s Departure

25 Mar

The sun has not returned since you left, and I remain uneasy. I visit the last moment that we kissed: a hushed goodbye enveloped by a breaking embrace. Every word that I wanted to say, turned into words that I wouldn’t -because, if you asked any of my friends, they would tell you that I know how to keep a secret. I stepped quickly and lightly, heel – toe, toward the exit with my nails digging into the soles of my palm, extinguishing any need to cry. I sung myself to numbness as I boarded the train, and was dragged the long distance back to my bedroom. Then there is time to reflect, moments to reminist. Then, I regret every missed kiss and each time I didn’t touch you the way that I really, really wanted.

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