[ perfect stranger ]
Thursday, September 16, 2010 by Erin Collins
I watched you walking through the hall today.
You pounded down that corridor, pulsing back into my veins.
I thought of how we used to tease,
how our laughter sparkled, how our voices trickled.
How we wept.
The memories whispered off of me in the rush of a breath,
while in my head, I stopped you.
In that false reality, we apologized and forgot.
In that wretched place in my head, we started over new.
I wanted to scream and cling to you, aching to understand -
what was it that I did wrong?
The flutter of a heartbeat had passed, but nothing had changed.
We both smiled faintly.
We both kept walking.
