Friday, 19 March 2010

Mr Smith and the Wednesday Blues

Mr Smith dealt with it all more badly than I, I grieve quickly and intensely, he doesn't.  Mr Smith asked if we could see each other, face to face.

We met for lunch,  he wouldn't meet eye to eye, when his eyes finally reached mine, they were still withdrawn.

He asked how I felt, I avoided all of my emotions, but spoke in blunt sentences.  That he wouldn't be strong enough and that I wouldn't trust him.  He accepted these as faults and left in silence.

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