There are times when I think about you, and feel, somewhere in the recesses of my being, a sadness. It is subtle and barely noticeable at first, but if I think about you for long enough, my heart starts to clench, and I suddenly want to cry, without knowing why, or where this pain comesContinue reading “a sadness.”
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graduation day.
Today is graduation day. I put on a dark green dress, and I’ve let my hair out. I would have put make-up on too, but I ran out of time. The room is crowded with teachers, students and their parents. Everyone is talking, but I don’t mind the noise so much, as everyone seems toContinue reading “graduation day.”
Friends.
I should like to meet with you one day, just you and me, and a little privacy. I can see us, sitting opposite one another, at a table tucked away in the back corner of a cafe. You would be kind with me as you always are, and ask me questions about work and aboutContinue reading “Friends.”
Wondering.
I wonder who you are. Of course, I know – sort of – who you are. I know your name. I know your profession and where it is that you work. I know what instruments you play and where you live and what your email address is, and I even have your number. I knowContinue reading “Wondering.”