I don't know what it was about you keeping your distance.
My fingers began to tremble at the same rate of my breath.
Tears pricked my eye lids, begging to be let free.
They were prisoners inside my body.
Constantly returning to the place - they might as well settle in.
My head began to pound as old memories attempted to break in.
I had kept the windows sealed for so long.
Just a peak for old times' sake.
Just a peak wouldn't hurt.
My God, did it hurt.
The dam was broken down and everything rushed in.
All 1,095 days.
My God, did it hurt, to see that look on your face.
And when I looked back a few seats to where you sat,
The same expression was apparent.
My God, it hurt.
