coward
I saw my X standing directly opposite me at a pelican crossing in Richmond this afternoon. Despite the heat, she was wearing a red jumper over a white shirt. I couldn’t tell whether she saw me or not. It’s the first I’ve seen of her since last August.
Afterwards I sat in a pub by the river for a long while, then I walked up and down a bit, then I went back to the pub (waiting on the folks - we went to the theatre tonight) but still I felt I had to tell someone before the glimpse became imagined, unacknowledged, unrecorded.
But I had nobody to tell. So I’m telling you - the dear, the gentle. It might not always reply but the internet is a good listener.
Still, even now I’m not sure I wasn’t mistaken. Sometimes I see her and other girls I’ve known in the backs, shoulders, dress of other women. Is that strange?
It was strange.
I don’t know what else to say.
*exits stage right*
