I'm walking and I see you. I try to lose your face in the crowd. I try to bask in the light of the "now" and never go back to the dark of the "then," when you were my everything. When I was your something. And when she was your anything. I liked to believe that you needed me, that I was in control, that I would be the one to decide whether we would keep going or if the train would stop. But when time stops I visualize you, and go back to this thought: Do I want to see what caused me this eternal pain?
-Never
But I can't help myself. Sometimes I do this on my own. My mind goes blank and I continue to walk along the pavement.
