Something Behind My Smile-Sophia (SD) I see a face that I know too well. It’s you…you still look the same…at least in my brain you do. However, as I see you I pray you don’t see me. To be honest, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want you to talk to me. What for? After all you’ve done you shouldn’t even feel right being in the same area as me. You’re by yourself. For once I don’t see you with her. I go along in this line I’m in to get my lunch. I can see you in my peripheral. You see me, you are walking towards me. She stands behinds the bread and asks what kind I want...Just as I’m about to say what I would like, you come up and behind me “She would like the Italian and herb, 6 inch”…”She wants tuna, yes toasted, Cheese? American…” I pay you no attention. “Lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and mayo”…. “Can she get two raspberry cheesecake cookies?”…I pay for my meal, and turn around to walk off. You tell me to wait, I turn to you and stare at you, but you can’t speak. I break the ice and say hi. You quickly tell me that I look happy (but I haven’t even smiled). The smart mouth in me says “Oh I am.” You ask me how I’m doing, going into a normal conversation…as if you’ve never stopped talking to me. I’m answering short, while in my head thinking why do you care? I read you like a book…you’ve been reaping what you sowed and you saw me and something in you made you talk to me. I have no pity on you. “Well, guess I’ll see you around.” I smurk a little, tell you that you will, and walk away light as a feather and smiling. I’m not smiling because God granted me permission to see you reap what you sowed. I’m smiling because well…let’s just say…to have this smile right here….took two years in the making.
Posted on: Sat, 12 Oct 2013 02:30:04 +0000
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