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Oct 2012
I was going to walk with you,
talk with you.
I was going to go with you to your car
then part ways and catch the bus.
but then you uttered those words,
"It's Fine".
all the fires of the burning hells
surrounded my heart and I could not
get away fast enough.
so I ran, tripping over limbs,  
down that hall.
I needed to scream so I burst through the double doors,
and someone was there.
so I waited.
I walked to the bus stop
and there was a couple other people there
going the same direction I planned to go.
so I waited.
I got on the bus and rode it to work, and there,
I waited.
after work I walked to the diner
which I had to visit as I hadn't been able to
Stomach
anything all day.
and I waited.
I then walked back to the bus stop
to catch the next box that could take me home.
so I sat in the cold,
and I waited.
I walked home, alone in the rain,
and I waited.
I walked up the stairs to my room,
and I waited.
I sat on my bed,
and I waited.
the rain dripped slowly from my face to the floor,
it was then that I realized that I was filthy.
so I went to get a bath
but the bath too was in need of scrubbing.
so I scrubbed it,
and I waited.
it was then that you told me
that it was because I didn't trust you.
suddenly, I didn't need to scream all that much anymore.
so I turned on the tap.
and I waited.
Evan Backward
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