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.