collective musings

It was all you could see when you walked closer, towering over you and me.

Calm and determined, you had arrived.

Closer you came.

I watched through the crack formed by lonesome apathy.

Your brown iris met my blue.

I backed away.

Closer, you came.

Invaded.

My back pressed against the wall, I watched my toes flex.

The last one hadn’t made it this far.

Light illuminated my bare feet.

A small hole chipped by the one who came before.

I hesitated as you sang.

The one who came before sang softer.

The louder your words grew, the tighter I clutched the key in my pocket.

The song stopped.

I panicked, pulled out the key.

I slid it under slowly and peaked through.

Your eyes did not meet mine.

Instead, your eyes met stone.

It took you a moment before you saw the key.

It’s rusted, battered metal.

You grabbed it.

I watched you take in the expanse between us again, key in hand.

Intrigue shifted to anticipation, anticipation to hesitation.

Our eyes met again.

Sadness I think, as you slid the key back to me.