A Stare

She was uncomfortable with the whole conversation. But she decided to open up at last. I kept silent. I was observing her face. “Either you or me, is it not? It happens so everywhere, my pretty face.” “No. It is not either-or, it could be both. Do you not see that?” I kept silent. I wanted to believe. I wanted to understand. But I ended up, decided not to understand, not to pursue. Anymore We need to be, first, rather than we need to do there. In greeting the colors and fragrances of nature. I stared back and warned, “Give it up. All of it. Right now!”