His reaction was unexpected
and what he said next hurt the most.
He didn't know what I was talking about
or even who I was.
I reminded him of what wev'e been through
what we said,
of his umbrella
of me.
But he stares at me as if I was insane
and making up stories.
But I know better,
I know what happened; what he did.
YOU ARE READING
Stares
PoetryA poem book about a woman of whom had an experience at a certain place with a certain person of whom she now has this crazy obsession of finding.
