lovingword

A notification that says there is great risk of bumping in with a lost one, 

a loved and missed person living only in the memories of the mind. 

 

The body reacts instantly and gets ready to flee, 

because ready to attack would be of no use in this particular situation

- so the tremblings has another message. 

 

The hands dance a bittersweet walz with the nerves while the head gets filled up with trickling air. 

 

A behaviour that is suspect for the observer that's wondering about the shifting of location,

but it doesn't bother this time.

Let them think whatever they want, this thing here is more valuable for the heart. 

 

One look and the adrenalin pumps out in the blood systeme. 

I could see you, watch you walk. 

I kind of remembered the walk of yours.

But this one was more calm, not as cocky. Like you have matured,

and I haven't been there to see the changes. 

 

Like there has been a blink of an eye and there has been years going by, while I was sleeping. 

The dream of the night was the life of today. 

 

I realized I didn't like the fact that I sat there, watching you two. 

Miserable, sitting in the car.

Alone, afraid and anxious about the risk of needing to talk you. 

Two against one, and I felt alone. 

 

I don't feel like breathing anymore. I just step outside, walk steady. Throwing a glance at the car. 

Do you see me? 

Oh, I had an instinct.

How I wished you would get out of the car to run back, in to the store, tap me on the shoulder and say hi. 

But I turn around and the car leaves. Nothing more. 

Just the continuing of trembling hands.