4 November 2015

The man approaches me. He drops his head down and turns it to the side. He is ignoring me. We were friends. I know why he is ignoring me. I look at him but he keeps his gaze averted and walks past, awkwardly. It is a shame. It is complicated. People are complicated. A complicated mixed-up mess of ever-changing thoughts and attitudes and emotions. I walk on thinking about why he is ignoring me, and what might happen when everything finally comes to a head. It is a shame. It is complicated. The time of resolution may be approaching, but we will never again return to being friends.