She sat across him, studying him.
She began wondering when did it all come to this.
They used to have fun, or at least she did, and still does.
This time, it felt different.
He felt different.
Almost like he couldn’t wait to be rid of her and go in search of new prey.
She could feel her heart swell, her chest getting tighter.
It was getting harder to breath, her heart felt like it was about to burst.
She wanted to reach into her chest and rip it out.
At least that pain would be short lived.
She told herself to let go and breath easy.
It was never meant to be anything more than this.
She told herself, that if she could overcome it once, she could do it again.
And she began questioning herself, if she really did overcome him?
Or was she just lying to herself?
It felt like an eternity had passed before he noticed her staring and asked if she was okay.
She smiled her sweetest she could manage and said yes.
That was all she could manage as the pain and disgust built up within her.
Yes, that was the word she was looking for.
Not just at him but at herself.
Disgust at the lengths she would go for him, at her own ineptness and his callousness.
She picked herself up and got ready to leave.
While they were in the lift, she looked at him for the last time and smiled.
He really is the quintessential bad boy.
That smile and the glint of mystery in his eyes…
Women are strange in that way; they all want a bad boy of their own – to love, to change.
She never asked to change him, she really just wanted to be with him for good or bad.
He saw her smiling and asked her what was on her mind.
She said – nothing, I’ll be fine.
And this time she meant it.
The disgust that was overwhelming her was slowly going away.
She knew once the lift doors opened, they would soon part ways.
She might not see him again for the next 2 – 3 months, or even forever.
Yet, this time she knew she’d be alright.
The lift doors part, and the (once)lovers say their goodbyes, with promises that they will see each other soon and sealed those promises with a kiss.
A poem came to mind, and as much as her heart was aching at that moment, she smiled at the thought of the poem.
Because this time, she knew she would be fine.
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
– Derek Walcott –