The Call
False Alarm
I kept thinking to myself, while watching her cave in the middle of this parking lot"Oh, okay. This must be regret?" I sat unaffected by it,unable to produce the same expressionand as the news contorted her entirely, I could only study her face. It looked like a sudden, stabbing, sort of pain,ageing her right in front of meas tears cought themselves in the crevises of her wrinkles, I couldn't feel anything like it, I wanted to immitate the hurtbut I couldn't make myself vomit tears, and when she took my clenched fist into her smaller hands,"Please stay with me" Calling out to me by my name,a name I haven't used since high school. Wedged between vicous screams on the other end of the phoneand more cries,I got out of the car And decidedly let all his debts with me gobecause none of it is good for the soul. There was no need for me to shoulder his judgement, it was never for me to give, and none of it matters in the end. It's as they say, forgiveness is done for ones' self It only bothers me that I still can't feel what I should have, I don't understand what she felt so intensely in that moment, that made her cry out so violently.