Anticipation
I hit my head on the concrete
I didn't mean to.
I was just trying
to be discrete
nobody should have known
where I was going or coming from
yet as I tried to camouflage myself
everything started to go wrong.
My shoe lace became untied and when
I looked up into the sky the sun blinded
my eyes. I tripped and on the way down
I yelped. So much for not making a sound.
A cat meowed for milk next to my head
as I lay on top of a heap of snow I began
to grow agitated. I slowly
tried to pull myself together
until I heard the voice I had been
hiding from. The voice of my boyfriend
wondering why I hadn't been home.
Suddenly I wanted to be back on the
concrete. I didn't mean for anyone
to get hurt.That day I lost another one.
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