January 7, 2011
it wasn't until i heard your voice behind me as i signed the charge slip, 'pick up for robert' that my stomach lurched. i slipped my wallet back into my purse. i didn't turn my head - that would give it away that i cared after all these years. and i tell myself i don't. not really - i don't think about you much except in the hazy, fuzzy, life used to be romantic ways. we had so many shared memories that when someone says "as you wish" or "make it so" i think you you. just like the sight of andes mints, sail boats, and moccasins remind me of you. i don't remember the bitter feelings or have that taste in my mouth until ... well today, when you didn't acknowledge me but instead watched me drive away in my blue jeep.
and as i drove away i remember thinking, 'he's so gray'.
scribbled by Char