Homecoming.
October 5, 2008
It’s been a while since I’ve seen them. For various reasons I’ve had very little to do with them for a while. For a long while. It hasn’t been the worst pause I can think of. Without much thought I walked into the appartment. They greeted, she hugged. A silent pause, nothing to say. Back again to a known site, yet nothing really made sense in that appartment. We ate. Soup. With bread. With water on the side. She asked me how I’ve been handling this time away. I didn’t answer. Everyone handles it different, she said. I looked at him. Silent, as I was. Everything was so bright. The sun was low on the sky, put it was so bright white. I’m OK, I said. What else can you say in these situations, she asked. I didn’t answer. The soup was slowly getting colder. It wasn’t too hot to begin with. As you are in the middle of it, and we’re not, you might see things differently, she said.
We ate the soup. I was less hungry. I started taking the plates off the table. I sat back down. She looked at me, and I looked away. He was looking into the air aswell. Then she scared me with these words. ”It is good that you are back. Back with us.”
I’m not with anyone. Never was either. Of course I didn’t tell her. But he knew.
