I won't pretend to know what made her go off this time,only I can't imagine it has anything to do with me
I sent no late wishes
for her birthday or early greetings for old souls day though as relayed to me
from our all loving former temporary boss he had to calm her down since it
occurred at the office
maybe she is as
fragile as he says she is and I the perpetual bull caught in the china shop of
her life
or maybe more likely a staggering stupid drunk, stumbling
through a life as if through a mine field
I only heard of his
second hand the wail of it reverberating in me the way it did that night after
the bar or worse when I called/ texted her to tell her I had talked to him
about her
she at the office
then, too, with him rushing to rescue her when she said at least once we should
not
yet it's not the wail
that resounds with me now
it is the silence, as
if I have ceased to exist and she floats past where I sit, she a storm cloud,
me a stone Buddha
meaningless
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