Sunday 25 October 2009

I Could Have Left. I Didn't. I Should Have.

He was across the road.
I waved. He saw me. He smiled.
He made his way over.
When he was just at arm's length, you inched away.
Then you stopped.
He took a few steps forward.
And again, you pulled away just as I could barely hear his voice.
This time, you didn't stop. You drove on.
He was increasingly distant.
Stop the car. Please. STOP.