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Looking Away

Updated: Sep 15, 2019

Where do you go? he asked, when your eyes move to the window and your gaze off of mine?

I couldn’t tell him what I was thinking. I didn’t want to be thinking what I was thinking. Of how one day I would have to leave him because of all the times he left me. Of how many times he’d made promises he had no intention of keeping. Of how he expected me to stay when he himself had already left.

I couldn’t bear to face the truth of how I was planning my own escape. For the day to come when he’d break one more promise, hurt me one last time, so I could muster up the strength and finally walk out the door. To leave him waiting, like he had me do, for so many years.

But now I look truth in its eyes. I’m no longer afraid to see.

The only time you saw me was when I was looking away.

The only time you cared was when I was already gone.


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