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A Poem by Hebe

The glass slipped out of my hand
and the juice spilled into my lap and soaked my dress
I was sitting in the corner of my favorite cafe
I saw you walking in
I hadn't seen you in a while
we had parted ways a few months ago
I was dabbing my dress frantically with the napkin
trying to soak up the juice when really I needed to make a dash to the bathroom to get this orange sticky mess out!
But you were standing right there
I felt panic, my heart was going into anxiety mode
I didn't want to confront you, not in any way, not now, not ever, not even in the next lifetime. ...if there was one...
our parting was like a tsunami hitting and demolishing everything in sight
vindictive words laced with arsenic
your eyes bulging and your face contorted with hatred and spewing poison venom on me!
I kept hearing the words over and over again
"it's you fault"
" take your garbage and leave"
"I'm done with you"
you wouldn't let me speak
I remember screaming at the top of my voice
but that just ignited the horror show
I heard glass shatter over my head somewhere
there was nothing left to say
I was in a zombie state, my reality frozen in this stoning, this avalanche of rocks
I didn't try to communicate, I didn't try to reach out,
I didn't try to reason, I didn't want to know
I didn't even want to prove who was right or wrong
You were standing in line your back towards me
is it possible to feel nothing at all, after knowing someone for so long
I tried to find a thread of connection
a reason to say Hi
but I couldn't , all I felt was revulsion!
it was as if you never existed!
you are dead in my eyes
I stood up, took my bag and walked out the door,
without looking back!

© 2017 Hebe


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Thank you Kelcee....somethings you never forget...

Posted 8 Years Ago


I really like this, it struck a chord with me.

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