I wasn’t paying attention as I walked into the shop and I was surprised by the girl wearing the blue jacket like that you wore.
For the brief burst of stammer between recognition of the jacket and quickly looking away I thought she was you and you were home. I was so relieved, so happy, so alive.
Of course, what I really feel is absolutely fine, of course. All is well.
The jarring automatic honesty in my heart touched me and I cried till my head hurt.
You will never be home and that’s because you’re somewhere better. Without me.
D.M. about 8 years ago
There's a sorrowful tone to this. It's what you don't say that makes this happen.
Good one!