cried all night till there was nothin more
what use am i as a heap on the floor
heaving devotion but its just no good
taking it hard just like you knew i would
oh old habits die hard when you got, when you got a sentimental heart
piece of the puzzle and you’re my missing part
oh what can you do with a sentimental heart?
-She & Him
Walking home from work last night. I glance down the street, towards his office because he still only works one block from my apartment. It has become a daily ritual. I remember when I would be practically dancing home, eagerly anticipating his smiling face and flip flop shuffle greeting me on that very same block to go eat dinner, have a drink, or maybe just a nap.
But this time, for the first time in 2 months, I see him standing on the corner, waiting for the light to change… and am struck by the urge to run to him. I remind myself that he doesn’t want to talk to me. He probably wishes he never met me. I look away. I look again just to check, just make sure it is really him. It is. He sees me and looks away. I notice he is carrying his “overnight” bag. I blink back the tears and cross the street.
