Ghost of the past.
My brain races nonstop; my heart beats like a drum. I see glimpses and images of him. Then, he comes into view – a stranger with lots of memories.
We stare at each other for a while. I give a little smile. He looks at the woman in his arms; I look at the man in mine. We walk past each other, then look back.
I hope he makes her happy, like he didn't for me.
He comes back to talk to...
We stare at each other for a while. I give a little smile. He looks at the woman in his arms; I look at the man in mine. We walk past each other, then look back.
I hope he makes her happy, like he didn't for me.
He comes back to talk to...