Friday, November 11, 2011

The Airport. (Flash Fiction)

I left her standing at the airport,
I couldn't go through with it.
My phone vibrated ferociously in my pocket over and over.
Wondering and dying inside from the question of why I kept ignoring her frantic calls.
But I kept hitting the ignore button every time her name, picture and number popped up on my blackberry.
It was painful.
It wasn't that I didn't want to see her,
Or that I didn't want to give her one last kiss or hug,
There isn't a reason.
Maybe I didn't want her to see me in the state that I was in.

After all,

It wasn't me who was standing at the airport.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Not yet.

Not yet.
Hold on.

Not yet.
Don't go.

Not yet.
Stay close.

Not yet.
Hold tight.

Not yet.
Not now.

Not yet.
Can't wait?

Not yet.
So far.

Not yet.
Not enough.

Not yet.
Too late.

Not yet.
No more.