June 23rd

Am I waiting for you or destiny? You fell into my hands once but I let you slip away. On June 23rd you didn’t say a word, but I guess it started before my mind could grasp reality. What was I thinking? Maybe I wasn’t thinking at all. I looked at you with a face full of shame or…was it embarrassment? I can’t remember what I was I feeling or what I was looking at. Was it you or someone else who devoured my ability to talk? I stood there. Isolated from the world as if I were some crazy lunatic holding a gun in my hand. Why was I here? I didn’t need to be next to her or in the same room as her. She breathed down my neck or was it just the wind? My teacher began with a monotonous voice. “First five seats of every row are to be filled.” My heart became heavy like an anchor. I blocked the sounds that came from her mouth, until I heard “John.” I knew who was next… I just hoped that she wouldn’t continue her protest but time went by and not a single word or good-bye. I guess that day really was the end of my smooth stainless literature.