Waiting For The Moon
We are at the living room.
Do you even care? I yell.
We just came back from a dinner which was supposed to be our one year anniversary celebration but we are arguing. By now his packing up his stuff in aduffel bag, I run and stand by the door, trying to block him from leaving.
Say something I beg.
He grabs me by the door and throws me on the floor, I hit my head a little.
I am awakened by the banging of the door. I get up and without caring to put on any shoes I run after him.
But his car is coming out of the drive away now, I run till I’m five blocks away from my house.
I take a deep breath, pull myself together; you can’t convince people to stay.