M

blink

four and five,

there he goes

broad shoulders,

tight lips

Searching eyes.

blink blink

ten, eleven

where?

his chin, misplaced

teeth unaligned

look.at.me.

gosh, no.

not him, no.

tight hands

fixated, frozen

shirt untucked

unattractive?

maybe.

Owned before

hurt even

gambled heart

sold.

“up for sale”

monsieur?

Sorry, sir?

toppings please.

mushrooms, olives

sun-dried tomatoes

and, cheese please.

there, focus.

not him.

muddy shoes,

look.at.me.

ripped jeans

remnants

residue from the past

not her?

Steady gaze,

brown/grey eyes?

a mélange

fluxed, two worlds

no identity

Crap. Shit, there.

Look away!

Away, I said

Far, elsewhere

how was your meal?

I hope it isn’t too spicy.

Strategize.

find him

where?

signal lost

hello? Sir?

We lost him.

Target out of sight.

this close.

proximity levels

high.

too far

too close.

search.

unsuccessful?

abandon.

mission aborted

Repeat.

Mission aborted.

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3 Comments

  1. Could actually relate to this – especially the part about trying to pick pasta toppings while you’re trying not to search for him.

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