2015-08-31 Please Don’t Get Close to Me

by Matt Triewly

Another day another dollar. As they say. As days go it's an overcast one. Intermittent drizzle. But not cold though.

Don't come too close to me. I don't like it. I need my space. But always you do come too close. Nevertheless, I'll smile and answer your questions of course. It's what I'm paid to do. But please don't come too close.

Closeness. Distance. Memories. Hazy memories. A mental rewind. A while back.

We are walking along the road. Strolling really. We are holding hands and silent. We are not speaking because we are unhappy but because we are happy. In love. In lust. Optimistic. I feel good. But always I need more sleep. That's the job.

It is early evening. Not dark. Not dusk. Pre dusk. If you understand what I mean.

To my left, west, I can see across the river. Distant works. Green fields. Trees. Not people. Too far for that. I cannot see the water of the river. I know it is there though. Flowing. At times quicker. At times slower. Tidal. Changing directions.

For a moment I feel at one with nature. The cosmos.

Suddenly she turns to me and says: "Would you ever be unfaithful to me?"

"No. Never," I reply. "Why would I want to hurt you?"

She squeezes my hand tighter. She feels reassured.

I mean what I say. I will never betray her with another woman. Never.

Fast forward to now.

Of course, it never worked out that way. It never did with me. Maybe I'll tell you more. Maybe.

I gaze out of the open door at the trees and bushes. A thousand shades of green. Or so it seems. A few shades of yellow. A couple of shades of red. Leaves. Not much breeze today. Occasional movements of small branches.

Please don't get close to me. I don't like it.

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