She acts so cautiously
Like I am made of glass
I attempt to hide that it offends me
A smile appears to let her know…
It really doesn’t bother me
I casually explain that life experiences
Which otherwise wouldn’t have taken place
Are well worth her reason for being here
Despite past hardships I want her to see…
It really doesn’t bother me
We share a couple of forced laughs
And apologize for things
That happened a long time ago
I give her a friendly hug so she can feel…
It really doesn’t bother me
She departs like an old friend
I wave like I might think about her
But won’t mind that she is gone
I am hoping she accepts that…
It really doesn’t bother me
I come back inside and play with our dog
Then I give him a huge hug
As I stare over at my signature
I hold back tears as I convince myself of the lie…
It really doesn’t bother me

© Christopher Chronister  Fall, 2014