Yesterday I saw a couple confront the reality that they were about to go quite some time without seeing each other. They were standing on the sidewalk, extending each second as long as they could. When he held her as closely and as tightly as she could bear, I couldn’t help but look away and pretend like I didn’t see them and hope that they didn’t see me either. She got into the car and he stayed put on the sidewalk. I didn’t know them, but I know that feeling, one of heartache and insecurity. This is just a little piece of creative writing inspired by two strangers.
Here I am again
caught in a mental storm
wondering if I should look away
or lock my gaze.
What is it about seeing two people
share a kiss
that creates such a confusing crisis
I want to look away
and give them
the silent moment they deserve.
And yet here I am
stuck in this revolving door
wondering if they would mind
take a peek
at this moment between two
when two become
more than two
when emotions become actions
Would they mind?
Could I look their way
for just a moment
to see something so magical
so full of life.
I am spinning
watching as the wave of emotion
as they become more than two
The wave of emotion crashes down
as I am watching
from the other side
of the glass wall created by this moment
They are frozen
as if the waves and the foam and the ocean spray
are suddenly locked in place
something so natural stuck in an unnatural way
I know the feeling
and I wish I could freeze my time too
but instead I’ll turn
I’ll continue to push through this revolving door
and not let them see
that although they feel like the first Adam and the first Eve
on the other side of the dissolving glass
the world is spinning
and for us
in more ways than one.
What is it about seeing two people share a moment like this
that makes me want to turn away
and let them exist in their own world?
Perhaps it is the remembrance of the same feeling
that makes me look away
or maybe it is knowing that
for one moment
I am not real to them
and for that reason
I will voluntarily cease to exist
so they can live in this moment
just as I have
so many times before.
– Celia Glenn –