SEEING SOMEONE ELSE
I walked in the park. I usually run or cycle with head down determined to beat the clock and my time and sweat and burn. But I slowed down to talk and walk with a lover who didn’t’ want me any more. And sit on a bench looking far over to the corners of a park I had never seen before, not in that light. The deer grazed closely by and we sat under a tree and I wanted to cry. As soon as I stepped out of my car I wanted to cry, looking at him, sitting down, unable to stand. I knew he’d met someone else. I walked carefully and looked at the earth and wished I had bare feet so I could feel it between my toes and wish it would feed me with light. We walked through trees that whispered my fears back to me but gave me hope as the sunshine burst through and then went and then came back again. We need to talk, the need to talk, his need to talk and mine to listen to all the things that I had done wrong and why, without telling me, he was seeing someone else. About how there were two sides to me one he didn’t like, one he loved and adored and bewitched him into doing things that he shouldn’t do, and overwhelmed his better self and side. And how there was someone else in me, who he didn’t like, the fragile woman who has a son, who is afraid of hurting, and messing up a life that is still so fresh and free. My son’s and mine. And makes mistakes. And there were countless other things he said, listed long and deep until I couldn’t see myself any more only a reflection of his words. Or the words of others who I may have met before who hadn’t seen me. He wanted the space to think and clear his mind and his bed and his time and I let it wash over me and looked up at the tree which covered our conversation and hoped my roots were as strong and deep and sound and I could reach within myself. I wanted to leave then but he wanted to eat and talk and suggest we don’t see each other for a month, may be two. No dialogue I think he said. And then we went for supper, me holding car keys that would take me away at any moment. I questioned how a weekend in Paris full of lust and walks in the parks and along rivers and narrow streets could turn so quickly. And then echoes of the pain I had with my ex when he started seeing someone else, and accused me of things that I didn’t even know were on the list. And I saw someone else in my love I recognized who had a strength that didn’t belong to him. I asked him if he was seeing someone else. He said no. Until of course I saw him a week later. On a train to see him for the first time because the month or two became a week and he texted that he had met someone else. And was very sad. And perhaps it wasn’t a good idea I came after all. I still made the journey in tears which everyone ignored, including me, because denial is easy. I saw him, but he doesn’t see me any more. Well he wants to see me, and her, he wants to see both of us in his bed and as friends because he and I have this energy together and she doesn’t quite do it for him, so he says, and I do. And he wants to maximize his life. And he tells me I mustn’t tell anyone. I see him now.