Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Walk away

I watched him walk away.
I feel a tad stunned.
Was this real?
Of course, it was.
It had happened before.
Would probably happen again.
It just seemed so strange.
The man that had do harshly imparted manners into me just walking off mid-sentence.
Was I that inconsequential?
Did my words really lack that much worth?
He walked away while I was talking.
Mid-story
My words left to hang in the air.
Floating cryptically in the ether
Never to be deciphered
Heard or given light.
I watch my father walk away and think back to the disconnected look that has hazed my mother's eyes my entire life.
I think of her limp hugs and awkward pats
I watch him walk away and instead of chasing after him as I have in the past I turn and let him go.
Finally coming to understand that they were never really listening to me to begin with.