I went by her house today like I said I wouldn’t.
I knew I’d only stay a moment, but a second to her was like an hour for me.
We’ve never been on the same page.
I went and sat in that old leathery chair and watched re-runs of John Wayne until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I’m not sure if it was the giggle on her breath or the light hug she tried to give.
I told her I was busy, didn’t have time to stay.
And she smiled with the teeth I was afraid of as a kid,
“Come back whenever you can.”
I cried on the way home.
I’m not so sure why.
I told myself I wouldn’t go back.
But I know that’s a lie.
Sometimes the people you can’t stand just need someone to sit for them.
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Erica Scott
A young adult, self-proclaimed poet from Florida who writes from a place of uncertainty, just hoping to one day reach the depths of someone else's heart besides her own.
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