Seeya

I’m standing outside the house, on the unkept grass by the sidewalk.

You takeoff.

I wanna run down the quarter mile stretch with you but I don’t. I stay. I stay and wave unrelentingly.

Even with your back to mine, you wave too. An orthodox wave, but a wave nonetheless. You switch glances from side mirror to rear view mirror, whichever makes me look bigger as I get smaller. You’re here but you won’t turn back. You’re not really here. You’re already gone. You reel your arm back in. You roll your window up.

I’m still waving.

You turn the corner and… you’re as far as you were before I saw you today. And I worry, further.

Seeya.