He once roamed these halls with a babyface and blue eyes. He seemed innocent. He seemed pure. He seemed so genuine and sincere.
But he’s gone now and we don’t know where he’s gone. Deserted and run a muck. I don’t know if he will ever be heard from again.
A few of us talk of the possibilities.. of the most ridiculous tales we can think of. Paul Bunyon. Mermen. Sold to the circus. Etcetera etctera.
It tugs my heart a bit despite it all. We didn’t part on bad terms completely, but the sting still exists. Once a friend, now disappeared. And I’m left to pick up the pieces…
Except this was not a lover. Not a relative. Not a long time friend.
This was a stranger. Like the last dutch man that entered my life, so follows suit.
The only thing I suppose I really can be sure of, is his name. The rest? I really don’t know what to believe.
At work people keep asking me where he is and what’s become of him. At one point, I called him a friend. Now? He is but a memory.
I do not view myself as a horrific woman, but I am amidst a lot of separation goings on in my head. Things I can’t write about here. Things I will only write about when the time is right.
So when a line of people ask me about your whereabouts, I’m tired.
“I don’t know.” should be sufficient enough.
But yet they press on. And I look all the more bad as I reiterate.
“I don’t know. And moreover, it’s not my responsibility to care beyond I’m sorry but I don’t know what to tell you, as it has nothing to do with me.”
And one day we will all be gone.. or moved.. I do not know, nor can I say. But I can’t wait for that time, when people forget our association. I needn’t be in the same pool as you… the deserter.
it were today.