Cool
It feels cold.
There was a time when I always had you around, between classes, during lunch, every afternoon, after classes, in the morning, late at night, after midnight. Now, I barely see you. I miss having someone to whom I can tell all my worries. I miss not having to withhold certain thoughts that run through my mind. I miss you.
Maybe it’s the chilly wind.
I see you more or less, everyday. Yes, we talk. Yes, we greet each other. Yes, we acknowledge each others presence. Yes, we smile at the other. But that’s that. You led me to believe that there could be something. I would have dismissed what you did, throw it all out the window, but you did it more than once. So, yes, I blame you. It’s your fault. Then, I try to advance, but you suddenly stall me. Now, I’m stuck. Sometimes, I just want to have that chance to be able to talk to you and spill it all out. But you just seem to disappear too early whenever there’s a chance to talk. And you don’t give me a chance.
No, I think it’s the ceiling fan; turned at the lowest setting, it gives me a slow penetrating icy breeze.
I hope you’ll see me like I see you.
