She sat me down with pity in her eyes and a gleam of relief.

I tried to control the recurring wave of nausea, but she must have seen through me.

“You feel it don’t you?” she asked knowingly.

But before I could deny it….”I am sorry I gave it to you” she followed.

“Gave me what?” I asked while fighting back another bout of what doctor’s couldn’t identify.

“It’ll only get worse. And the longer you wait…” she trailed off, momentarily lost in a fading memory.

“There’s no cure….”she said.

My mind started racing through all the possibilities.

“…but there’s a way to get rid of it” she continued, her voice aching with remorse.

“What are you talking about?!” I yelled exasperated.

“Listen….the only way you’ll ever feel better is to break another’s heart.”

 

 

I sat her down, pity in my eyes and gleam of relief.

She saw me walking in.

Seeing a little too much innocence,

Thinking up a way to get me to pay

For some needed experience.

 

She saw me walking in.

The arrogant smile solidifying her intent.

A plan in place to put me in my place

Made her content.

 

She saw me walking in.

Sensing the weighted pockets from undeserving work.

Rationalizing an inheritance that deserves syphoning,

From the silver spoon to the plastic fork.

 

I wonder who she saw.

Her façade exposed, with

My wide eyed smile,

My cocky grin,

My condescending smirk.

 

Huh, I wonder what I saw?

A longing like no other.

To feel her between my lips,

Taste her with my tongue and

To exhale her essence.

The unquenchable desire

To have her caress my ears,

Sense her vibrations on my drums

And to understand her Ujeeddo.

Neither trusted the other’s Ways.

one Knew. the other had to Know.

Neither able to see the Whole.

without Thought – ephemeral

without Emotion – shallow.

…

 

Looked upon by the many gazes.

Never able to don the cloak and disappear in the crowd.

The Unnervingly pleasant and fleeting awareness of one’s own phantom presence on the subway unknown to her.

Has she sensed the serene solitude while among the many?

Must be a lonely existence.