carlisle station

My fingers lacing the crumpled letter. Thoughts run through my mind. What happened with my life and why am I waiting for him. Why have you come back. I pivot on the spot, wondering what had happened, why you weren’t here.

Maybe if I closed my eyes your presence won’t be there. Maybe if I clicked my heels and when I turn around and discard this letter perhaps you won’t be there, you won’t be there, you won’t be there.


by W