The Confrontation

I shiver and crackle with nervousness As others frolic, I hide into myself, Scared of what might happen Yet excited of the other possibility. Have you seen her yet? Someone asks. Adding to my high-strung nervousness. Dipped into a daunting sense of discomfort I hope she does not come. Maybe I can avoid this confrontation. I have been thinking of this off and on for four years, since she betrayed me. Do I want to patch things up? Haven’t things been better without her? She is my first cousin though. I am plunging myself into fire, into water, into sand into fire. Over and over my imagination brings up scenario after scenario of what might, can, could, will happen. My cousin comes running right up to me. I have missed you so much! She screams. She throws her arms around me and hugs me. All is forgotten and forgiven.