I went to watch you work.
I sat and watched you look away.
The broken glass you left in my chest shifted a little;
Then settled back to gentle discomfort.
Just an echo of grief.
Just an image of you.
Just a shadow of me.
Walking out into the large room across the dull green carpet I look up and see high wooden beams and a scatter of cobwebs. I check to see that there are no current eight-legged residents and relax a little when I am satisfied that there are none. I begin to walk towards the small window at the back of the room but am interrupted; I feel an arm at the back of my knees and am suddenly removed from the floor. I let out a squeak of shock as I grasp at the shirt of the man now holding me in his arms, tugging on his tie and pulling it off-center. I look up to see familiar blue eyes and I straighten his tie again with a confused half-smile.
He begins to spin around in a circle and I abandon the tie and wrap my arms around his neck; a grin erupts on my face formed partly of shock and partly of a feeling I can’t quite decipher. He stops spinning and looks me in the eyes as I regain some level of composure and a less surprised facial expression.
He holds me as if I am weightless, his arms strong around me and his movements fluid. He smelled wonderful; sort of spicy and musky with a hint of sweet thrown in, a scent I can only describe as ‘Tony’.
“Meeting’s next door”, he says coolly, his face softened yet with no particular expression.
“That explains the lack of furniture in here..”
He tilts his head a little with a hint of a smile playing on his lips, and deposits me once more gently onto the floor. He turns as if going into another spin, his suit jacket lifting a little at the back with the momentum, and glides out of the room as if to an unheard rhythm. I glance back to the window which is now behind me again. I smile to myself. I can still smell him in the air.
After a moment’s pause I exit the room, closing the door behind me.