this morning #1049.

this morning, he went jogging right on past. had to have seen me but didn’t bother slowing up one bit. may have even sped up a little. acted as if he wasn’t he & i wasn’t me, as if we didn’t have a lengthy history. i tried yelling, hoping to get his attention but he had his headphones in. just kept on keeping on. is it off-base of me to think he at least owes me a hello? i sure thought he did, so i quickly gathered my belongings into my bag, got up & hurried after. the chase was on. i’m not in shape like i once was, but i eventually caught up to him. lunged & slapped his shoulder. in shock, he whipped around. fists up to fight. saw it was me. sighed. dropped his fists. turned. ran away. left me there alone.