Then, me

by Priscilla Kachipapa Phiri

I felt a presence,

Very heavy and intensely fixated on me.

Far, far away from where I stood.

I was glad,

So ironic for an extrovert.

I noticed goosebumps growing on my arms,

Coldness started to embrace me greatly.

The human figure was almost near me.

I promised not to look.

Who could that possibly be?

I swore to myself not to care.

So, I engulfed myself in the tune I was listening to.

“Hello, beautiful lady,” it spoke,

I carried my bags and off I went.

It ran towards me, aimlessly, breathing heavily.

Anger started to form clouds inside me.

I just wanted my personal space.

Never thought that was a crime.

“Hello, I am retired,” I responded with a goofy smile.

“I thought we all longed for love?” He asked, arms wide open.

Far and far, I went from him.

Not even a peep back.

Saddened or him and happy for me.

“There is no point anyway,” I mumbled to myself as we parted ways forever.

Strangers to remain till ever.