the door was closed
i am shy, risk averse & hardly fond of new, unpredictable interactions
I sat down to eat
time for business
music in
you can come in, he said
im good, already settled
i was
food was all spread; work was out
we’re just studying, he said
shes kinda mad at me tho.
not sure if i asked why
damn snapchat
i return to pressing matters
the door opens
she hurries out with her head down
i will never know if I knew
with these memories i associate confusion, cowardice, certainty, indifference, and innocence
i will never understand
but now
I am not someone who wishes to shy from closed doors.
I will not wash my hands.
The Wise Ry Guy 