I stare at the counter dissociating at nothing, my thoughts usually running circles but not today-everything is slow as molasses: the store, my mindless thoughts- as I try to busy myself in anything other than staring at you. You ask if I'm alright.
And in that question I know you paid attention to me. You wondered how I was. You noticed a shift in my character. How am I not supposed to yearn for you? You ask the things no one else does. Not even my ex boyfriend did. And that was before I was receiving help and was numb a majority of the time.
You ask when I'm going back to college.
And I hate the answer that it's so soon. It was easier when you were leaving first, in a week. It was easier when you were leaving me. But now you're staying because of changing plans and school is still calling for me. It's still only two hours away, but you lose an hour and so much more than time zones in that drive.
Everything seemed simpler when you were leaving me. I had no influence in the decision.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
