I recognise him instantly, but look two or three times in case I’m wrong.
It’s definitely him, the tall, loping figure carrying his coat over his arm in that way he did.
He’s blond, and thinner, but it’s definitely him.
I cross the road quickly, for I am not sure I could take being ignored entirely.
This way, I think, as we walk past each other, we can both pretend we never saw the other.
Except he will read this and know, but this is fine, I think, because I deserve everything I get. Believe me reader, I do.
I fiddle with my phone, my ipod, look anywhere but across the road.
After a moment I can’t take it, and squint as his square frame retreats into the sunlight.
I watch him for the last time as he rounds the corner, watch the tips of his hair disappear below a flower-lined wall.
For this is what it has come to, and that, I suppose, is how it ended.
(((hugs)))
Thanks sweetie. I will blog about it all one day, when I’m ready and when I’ve forgiven self.
Also the demise of the blog is in a year, so don’t worry!
BG
Hey, no hurry. And don’t be too hard on yourself. I’d natter on about how that won’t help, but I have a feeling people have probably worn your ear off about it already — plus, I usually just want to smack people when they spout aphorisms while I’m still grieving. I’ll be thinking of you, though, from my little walled-off cubicle land.
Oh, my billyweed. I have been away too long it would seem. I could waste breath, and print, apologizing for that (and I am indeed sorry), but I just wanted to say I’m here, and if you ever need a cross-coastal ear, or some broad football player-ish shoulders (it’s a family curse), you know where to find me. Until then, I am thinking of you, and am glad to read about the Funny and Clever that has always been you, and the new house, too! Hugs.
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