I blinked and you were gone. Now I wonder if you were actually ever here. Physically you may have been, but wandering eyes may tell another tale. Where is it that you drift to when i want your company? Your eyes glaze over as I would tell you of the tribulations of my day. You would look not at me but beyond me, as if a spot on the wall had had a more interesting thing to declare. Eventually, I stopped talking and you would snap back into reality. Was my presence so terrible? So many words had been lost on you and for what? Guttural sounds and the occasional head nod. No, you never were here. You never gave me the time, the attention, the dedication, the love that I earned. So much of my time was given to an empty shell. So much of my life poured into words of love, only to have them fall upon your deaf ears. You were a ghost long before you walked out that door and I am glad I am no longer haunted by you.
About the Creator
Christopher Foster
I was born on May 16, 1988. I’ve started several stories that will probably never be published. I enjoy painting and playing music. I’m married to an amazing woman and I am thankful for her and her constant support in my endeavors.
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