A loaded silence, his daughter playing with my mobile phone in the backseat. Getting lost, silent frustration. A sense that everything had turned into a task, an annoyance.
A hurried fast food lunch in a windy terrace. Staring out at the tarmac of the train station, waiting for his return.
Sustenance but not the right kind. A need to be looked at, listened to, seen.
We sat side by side but not close enough.
The wind picked up the burger wrappers and a stained napkin escaped.
Hardly any chit chat. Silence. Looking for solace in the food.
A hurried goodbye. An ´I love you´ in a Foreign language escaped. Turned on his heel.
I didn´t look back. Marching on seemingly confidently. A heavy disappointment. Uneasiness accompanying me home, like an unseen warning for what was to come.
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