The mayor of Chicago came to the library to announce a new funding program for kids. He shook everyone's hand that lined up. Everyone except mine. He walked right past me, didn't even offer me a smile. I don't think I have ever felt more invisible.
In my apartment(closet more like it) I keep a picture of my family. I look at it while I lay in bed, and I imagine that I'm still back there, and nothing ever happened, and nothing ever changed.
I imagine that I'm still in love with her, and our date that night went fine, and I never took my eyes off the road, and I never hit the bridge embankment, and I never heard her scream, and I never watched the life leave her eyes while I waited on the ambulance.
I imagine all of this, then when I sleep, the nightmares come back.
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