The Fifteenth Time
I didn’t pay attention. I didn’t hear anything you said. I wasn’t here. Yes, I did seem like I was listening, but I really wasn’t. I was thinking about the sky outside.
Please don’t hold my hand. It makes me nervous. This is only the fourteenth time we’ve met. I did count.
Yes I know you want to hear those words. But the radio is too loud. Don’t turn it down, though-I like this song.
I can’t think. I’m sweating again, you’re standing too close. Step away. I’ll meet you there in my car. Don’t get offended. It’s something I always do… I like my car.
Whatever is in my head should go away. I’ll just look into his eyes a little more. He really is something.
Time begins to move backwards. I’m driving in reverse again, driving myself insane. I pick up my phone and call him.
“I’m needed at home. You’re already there? Oh. I really am sorry. Yes…another time.”
Pushpanjali Banerji
4 comments:
"I’ll just look into his eyes a little more. He really is something."
... she really loved him like hell. sad.
stop running away...take that chance again.
much love.
interesting. a dash of fiction? or a shade of fact? is ur life really sad or u like portraying it like you do...? want to know coz if ur sad, its sad.. a lot of ur other posts have a sense of melancholy about them and are soaked in a lot of sorrow.. why?
A...................nonymous.
the fifteenth time rivals some of the best posts on this blog.
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