I am sitting on a ledge in the median of the hallway
my back to a wall and a book filled with heartbroken poetry sitting upon my lap
timed perfectly, classes let out and I am alone in my happy place
as the world races on around me
I look up for a moment, my eyes are drawn to crossed legs and tan heeled boots that make that "clicking" noise when I walk
Its loud.
But it makes a subtle rioting statement and I feel powerful when I walk
I turn the page
the next block of classes begin and the hallway returns to its peaceful state
it matches my thoughts
I continue on my tranquil journey in a book of another girl's pain, sorry, love
Ironic.
the time betrays me
sadly I pack up my belongings, gingerly stuffing the pages into my bag
And then, six months later, a boy in a black, orange and white flannel, who I know all too well
drifts past like a phantom in the wrong dimension
I don't notice him
his hat was on backwards
he finally grew out his beard
and I don't know who he is
until his gaze traps my body in his eyes
I don't know him, so I don't notice as my mouth forms into an almost not quite smile of nonrecognition
but he watches me. and I get up to leave
a second of hesitation I turn the corner too late
he's gone