A long conversation ends and the sweet grapes that I was eating suddenly turned sour. Everything was going good until the past was brought up. A past that we both grew out of. Well so I thought.
I desperately tried to change the topic but somehow, someway it would not leave.
On the inside I bit my tongue and held back what I really wanted to say. I could look at the warm light from a lamp sitting on the stand. My how insatiable the juices of the grapes were. By tuning out the yapping I could enjoy being relaxed. I could not fully pay attention as my mind began to wander.
As the past kept being brought up, I started to become tense. A question was asked but I was not fully involved so I asked, "What did you say." The person on the other line reiterated the pain of the past while I was relishing the simplicity of the day. I had moved on from then. I did not want to relive sorrow.
I found an excuse to hang up thinking that would solve my issue because by now I was upset. Now that I was back to myself I continued to munch. The next grape I ate must have been a bad one in the bunch so I tried another and another. Eventually I threw them out because they became sour. I wished I could have thrown away the past in the same motion. With the bad taste in my mouth I wondered where do we go from hear?
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