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---The Coffeehouse---She stares at me,pushing her blonde hair behind her ears.Her eyes move slowly, her lips rapidly,and I can read the words she is speakingto the figure in half-shadow beside her.Surely, this is her new love.She asks to be excused for a moment,walking trancelike over to me.As painful as it is for me to see her again,I can't seem to tear my eyes away.She is the same woman I left.Licking her soft pink lipsas if imploring them to make words.But she says nothing.Making a questioning gesture,and taking my silence as grudging approval,she fills the seat nearest to mewith seemingly no regret.Hands still and unmoving,holding steadfast to my frozen coffee,I stare without interest at a painting on the wall,my mind racing with thoughts of departure.We sit in silence.The clock seems to be tickingat an unbearably slow rate,until eventually,in a barely audible whisper,she finally speaks my name.Without an excuse to look away,my face is drawn to hers,ever so carefully avoiding her eyes.Her peircing green eyes.The ones that used to strip me down to nothingand read my thoughts like an open book.The ones I yearned to see againfor the first long yearafter we parted ways.I study her,taking in every detail of her face.So mature, so different.Yet, still with the familiarityof the girl I used to know.Then suddenly, my hands are wet.Hot tears were falling unnoticed,but I decide against wiping them away.And then her hands are touching my face,trying to send a wordless message,but I automatically pull away,noticing faint tracesof hurt and disappointmentthat she unsuccessfully tries to hide."I'm sorry."I'm not.The words passed my lipsbefore I could stop them.She realizes the pointlessness of the situationand politely excuses herself,turning her back on meand returning to her nameless lover.It's better this way.I'm sure of it.I hesitate a brief moment.Sigh.Without a second thought,I am on my feet,hardly knowing where I am headed.I pass her table slowly.Her lover,completely unaware of the situation,casts me greeting gesturethat I see from the corner of my eye.She is not looking at me,determinedly avoiding my gaze,but I'm only within sight for a moment.At long last,I am at the door of the coffeehouse.I turn,and take one more fleeting glance behind me.She is deeply involved in conversation now,trying to forget the short-lived meetingaltogether."I hope she realizes that I forgive her,"I say silently to myself.And then I walk in finality through the door,disappearing into the humid afternoon.Jordan A. Wade
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free profile counter from KillerKiwi.netMy name is Heather Harrel. I am 31 and live in Lafayette, LA with my life partner, Dee. I am a RN at the Heart Hospital of Lafayette. I love my job and all of my co-workers, but I am definately a musician at heart. Music is my passion! I love to play my guitar, write music, and perform for anyone who will sit down and listen to me. I just want my music to touch people and evoke feelings and emotion. If I can do that... my job, as a "true" musician, is done in my eyes. It's not about being famous, it's about touching people's lives. I do love to be the center of attention, after all I am a LEO.
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