My gym is called Will's. As in You Don't Have the WILLSpower to go to the gym.
Will mocks me. In the taxi, I look the opposite direction. But Will is always there. Taunting.
I see you there. In the taxi. Looking the other way. Pretending you don't know I'm here. Pretending you've forgotten our whispered promises to one another. You can look the other way. But I'm here. Remembering you. Remembering how it was when we were together. And now we are each alone. Neither forgotten nor forgiven. So go, then. Go to your fancy grocery store. Eat at Burger King. See if I care. There. I see you looking in the rear view mirror. Smirking. Pretending all our time together meant nothing. But I know better. Those two 20-minute sessions were the most precious moments of my life. And you shouldn't pretend they meant nothing to you. Cruel, cruel woman.
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