Over The Fence

In movies there is music

Tragic, excited, calm

Foreboding, thrilling, beautiful

In memories there is music

A background

It classifies the past

But it’s never just straightforward.

Never constant, always changing.

It’s Confusing

Recurring

Never letting go.

It’s been a year

Since I spoke words that were

Firm

Uncompromising

Relieving

A friendship

Broken

A chapter

Ended

I walked out of the park with no regrets, elated.

But now the music to that memory is bittersweet

That memory,

Becoming grayer as time passes

Endlessly asking: what if?

What if I hadn’t

Said what I said

Did what I did

Thought what I thought

Left like I left?

Somehow, I believed,

It would be her wondering

Her head turning

Her. Hoping.

Just for a glimpse.

But now I find that it was always me. Will always be me.

My head turning

Every day.

For a glimpse.

For a sign that I was right.

A sign that never comes.

Looking over the fence.