Shadows

"Is that what you're wearing?"


Ok, it may be a little old. I haven't worn it in more than a year. Some instinct made me reach for it though. Maybe I'd been thinking about the first time I wore that shirt, two years ago.


"Puhleez, that guy didn't want to know the way to the beach, he just wanted to talk to you."
"Jealous, much?"
"Madly."


Two years and it had gotten old? Relationships tend to do that too.


"So, that's it? We're over?"
"When did we begin?"


This year, for some reason, I was particularly conscious of the fact that it was a new year, that many chapters had changed and closed in unexpected ways.


"Sooo that's me. And whose heart are you breaking these days?"
"Noone's. No time. No mood. There's noone."


I've been thinking about him by default. I end up at the same places we'd been. I switch on the TV, and our movie's playing.


"I'm falling in love with you. And I think.. I hope. Maybe you... like me too?"
"Maybe."


Maybe not.


That's the thing really. There's nothing to think about.