Memories

It was cold that day I remember, when you took my hand into yours. A look in your eyes I've never seen before, it scared me but also excited me to have you look at me in a different way. To have your eyes reflect something other than disappointment.

"Why are you doing this?" Your voice was so soft, it was as if the wind lifted it up and let it fade away in the background of the falling Autumn leaves.

Though I knew exactly what you spoke of, I simply turned my head, my eyes falling away from your stare. "I don't know what you are talking about."

My gruff mumble sounded so wrong against your faint voice, I could already feel myself starting to tremble under your stare. My stomach churned and I began to repeat the words of 'Please don't say it, please don't say it, please.' in my mind. Yet my prayers went unanswered as you spoke. "Why do you continue to carve scares along your skin, what is the purpose?"

I didn't know what to say, my voice had some how found it's self unable to pass through my chapped lips. So I only pulled my cold hand from your warm embrace and walked away. "I'm sorry."

There, there it was again, the feeling of loneliness. I was doing it again. “I'm sorry.” my words were lifted and swept away as I turned my back and pushed you away.