The autumn wind rustled the orange maple leaves overhead as I walked along the drying sidewalk, hands in my pockets, contemplating. The varying shades of gray of the overcast sky sort of, kind of, not really reflected the inside of my mind. So many thoughts were rushing through my head. I was confused at you, confused at myself. Mainly, why.
Why did I enjoy your touch? Why was it so much fun? Why did you kiss me, and then not speak to me? Did I imagine the whole night? Do you really care?
I don’t know whether the memories of the night or the crisp cold air was riling up my energy. I could not sit down nor break into a run. My thoughts of you propelled me through the trees. I have no idea how many times I circled the knolls, how many people I passed.
You are so frustrating! You consume all my brain power! Why can’t I realize that you are bad for me? Why can’t I move on and accept that you don’t really care?
The strumming of a guitar stole me from my reverie…