"Dis Guy"



Sitting on the picnic tables or “smoking area,” along came Adam.  “Fancy meeting you here again,” Eve said, in her head.  But all she managed to say was “are you new?” and “Welcome.” Adam’s disguise this time was rail thin and he had nerdy 80’s glasses, you know the big round ones.  His forehead wrinkled just the same so she said hello in her off Standish way. The way she knew she was supposed in his presence.  She walked in and walked out of the meeting quite conspicuously, avoiding the confrontation of her very own heart melting years off of pain…or should I say pain melted off the years when she saw him.  He had the build but not the posture of Adam that is how she knew it was him, in disguise.
This day was a shallow day and dreary and she sat alone and pondered would there be sunshine again?  Would her unravel and dismay bring her so far into this labyrinth of love that should would be trapped there and incessantly return to his grasp.  For would it be the next tomorrow or the next, when he would come around to see her butterfly dance, coming from the roundabout agony of defeat.  Yet never of course when we wish it as a child, that fairy Lee God father seems to stub his toe while rounding out the gifted ones.  
She shallows and appears to side glance him again, just as she had with the old man Jack,  for  now she knows the soul inhabits for all and all true north. it is we roundabout.  She shredded the evidence, because what is conquest, if it is not respected and consecrated by both parties, assumedly the one Eve loved.  Assumedly the one Eve loved was even still on a walk about, drifting aimlessly through the mire…head straight on whispering her digits to stop resounding in his mind.  Or the chance on fate he chose not to take, for this century was the time.
For it was the last times…and they both knew.  And they were to stay away, and so she knew on this day that the 80’s dressed frail thin man, was there to check on her.  And that is why she could not stay in the present.  She had to go back…and find seclusion…fare she well should that bottle tip sideways.  Should it?