Maybe it’s this yellow light giving me a moment of clarity. Or the fact that this silence is something we can’t out-speak. And this cloud is now over our heads, although we like to pretend we’re perfect friends. I can see this was an error in judgment on both of our parts. The doubt in your eyes cuts through this mist, for just long enough to tell me stories of our parting, and for a second, I catch a glimpse of your guilt for painting my blue sky dark grey. Me, opposite you, I just feel relieved. And almost proud. Well…as proud as one can be for letting a freshly-picked daisy die. But for the first time..in a long time, I did not turn into a marionette. I actually stood up for myself, differently than I used to before. Even when a black tear was smudged across my pale face, the woman that is now silently screaming inside of me put on a show, one of respect and kindness. And maybe all of this is human error. An inescapable, irrevocable, painful crash. From which as hard as I try I cannot recover enough to go back to the Sunday where that hit and run occurred. And all I can hope for is that this accident doesn’t taint your mind, because in those seconds when this yellow, misty, yet blinding light impersonates the sun, my heart still beats for you and I.