You know the afterschool group I mentioned? Here’s a story about after I left the school. I will forgive all those people who didn’t come, and writing about this stuff is my way of moving on. So here I go…
Why?
That is the question I ask myself every time I pass the corner.
Not just any corner. THE corner.
An intersection where two streets meet.
An intersection where disappointment overwhelmed me.
It was that day. The day when I was hoping for the best.
But of course the best didn’t come.
It was over and I walked away.
Away from the place that crushed my dreams
Away from the room with no one in it.
Until, on the corner I saw someone.
Someone who was supposed to be there but wasn’t.
Someone who was walking away from me.
To a destination I’d never know.
A person who didn’t show up.
And I often wonder
Whenever I pass
That ghost of a memory.
Why?
