Meathead Monologue

allergies

today in class, when you turned around, for only a split second,
your hand was pinching the bridge of your nose,
your eyes opened and they were red and watery.
there was a simple moment in time
when i thought you were crying.
when i thought something had upset you to the point of tears.
and i could feel my heart tighten,
like you had reached inside of me and squeezed with all your might.
but when i overheard you saying to your friend,
that "it's just allergies"
i couldn't help but feel silly.
silly partly because i was so distraught over your supposed tears,
partly because i would not have worked up the courage to ask you what was wrong.
but if it wasn't allergies?
if someone had hurt you?
well,
i would have wanted to be your comfort.
please don't let me want that anymore.
i'm lucky it was only allergies.

r.k.