The Trip

'Come here!'

''No!''

You're standing there, watching, waiting.

'Come on..'

''I can't. I'm afraid.''

You're still standing, lowering the arm you had reached out for me down.

'Fear? Why?'

''..I don't know. I can't tell.''

Your gaze, which had been full of something between playful and wistful a moment ago, changes into serious and sad one.

'Then this is goodbye.'

''Indeed it is.''

You're still standing there, looking uncertain. Then you start walking towards me, slowly as the ever-passing time, soft determation in your eyes. You stretch out your hand and touch my cheek lightly, brush your fingers gently against the rough skin.

Then you're gone.

I feel nothing as I turn around and walk away, not looking back. I walk up along the stairs, my steps light and careless. I don't
even realize that I've returned back to the class room before I sit on the chair.

Then the shadow falls over me and strips me from colours, from life.

I regret.