NaBloPoMo 2015: Please

Please don’t do this. 

Her voice almost broke on the words. He stopped, back to her, three feet away. She let go of the door to stand him down. We walked on. Moments later, he passed us in the parking garage, night out cancelled. 

I don’t know why they won’t leave me alone. I don’t know them. I saw a brief snippet of their lives. I don’t even know the context. Yet, they haunt my quiet moments. 

Is it fear of becoming them? That doesn’t ring true, plausible though it may be. 

Rather, I’ve uttered those words, in that tone. Just, not to B. Not aloud. 

Please don’t do this. 

I beg myself. This is not that big a deal. This doesn’t require tears. This isn’t worth being that upset over. Ever heard that you can be happy or you can be right? I pick being right too often. The funny thing is, being right has a bitter taste. Besides, so many times, I’m not even right. 

Maybe they were my wake up call. My emotions are my own to manage. Maybe I’m finally ready to listen to my plea. Maybe I’m finally ready to not do that. 


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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