Cry (A Poetic Flash Fiction)
“i wonder how service personnel in a 5-star restaurant feel about serving the best food, yet unable to provide the same to their own families?”
i saw you raised your eyebrows with my question.
“i also wonder how bank tellers feel counting money every day when their problem is lack of money?”
your eyes widened as your forehead narrowed.
“i admire your imagination and your compassion and empathy for people.” you finally said.
“i wonder ‘though, did you ever think of me when you left me broken, hurt, and devastated?”
i didn’t see that coming. i didn’t realize that even after all those years, you still remember the day i left you without the much needed explanation.
i didn’t realize that you are still hurting. i could actually feel the hurt in each word as you uttered them.
your words ushered me back to a doorway to the past. i could almost see your eyes in suppressed tears as I said my goodbye. i could see your blood oozing out of your face, for it has turned bloody red.
and for the first time, i saw your look of pain and agony, the looked i failed to know because i had just walked away.
i walked away and never looked back.
i didn’t see you cry.
but you did.