Monday, August 1, 2011

wooden floors and cars again

I sat staring at my steering wheel. I didn't look up at my old friend.
"It just feels like I'm breaking up with...someone." I mumbled. I glanced up and saw her confusion. "I feel disillusioned. And the weirdest part is I've felt like this only once before."

The engine rumbled and I looked down at the wheel again.
I felt the lump rising in my throat.
"It's strange because I don't know who's changed, me or them. It's just like seeing someone familiar, the person who you use to say everything to and now there is just nothing left to say."

"Sometimes there isn't anything to say."

"But I'm at peace with it. just how I was at peace with it when I realized he and I would never be us again. We grew apart."





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