THE CHASE

By Musite

You sit there looking at your watch, seeing people hurry past. No one talks to you so you feel invisible. You listen to the shuffling of uneven footsteps, the sound of car engines and conversations retreating, moving away from you. You realise that is all things seem to do these days, move away from you. You have become accustomed to the chase.

A glassy drop spatters on your watch as you stare unseeingly, then another. You start and look up. She will come out soon. It starts drizzling, making wet spots on your white shirt. The sky is bleeding like your heart, but that is not true, is it? Still, isn’t that why you’re sitting outside her lecture hall waiting to watch her again? You sigh. All that matters is the chase.

You don’t wait for long before you see her step outside the hall, bag in hand as she hurries away. You go after her, keeping a leisurely pace, content to watch the gentle swaying of those hips you had once held close. She moves fast and you have to increase your pace as you trail her from behind. You almost call her name but you stifle the urge. That figure had made you go mad once. You wonder if you’re still not mad because you stumble into innocent stones in your path as you stare at her walking. All that matters is the chase.

Storried The Chase

 

She stops at another lecture hall holding her phone to her ears. You struggle to keep sight of her in the midst of students swirling around the place, then you see him. He’s smiling at her and the horrors! She’s smiling back. “Rita,” you almost scream but no sound escapes your mouth. He embraces her and they kiss in front of all those students. You shiver and struggle to hold yourself. Something breaks inside of you, you hear it shatter into different, tiny, unidentifiable shards. You realise you had been hoping, that you feel betrayed.

Your feet takes you back away from them, away from her. You turn to race across the road, to go and hide your tears. You see it late, the black forerunner jeep racing towards you. You try to stop…

It zooms through you and you discover you’re still standing. Nobody had shouted, the driver hadn’t tried to stop and no one is looking. You sigh. You keep forgetting the day you died, the day she left.

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Ogechukwu Samuel is a poet, writer and songwriter who writes pretty much about anything. He's a romantic optimist who spends a lot of time dreaming.

2 comments on THE CHASE

  1. Terence Jindu says:

    oh my god… that’s all

  2. vilight says:

    really beautiful …and the twist? amazing…keep it up

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THE CHASE

By Musite

You sit there looking at your watch, seeing people hurry past. No one talks to you so you feel invisible. You listen to the shuffling of uneven footsteps, the sound of car engines and conversations retreating, moving away from you. You realise that is all things seem to do these days, move away from you. You have become accustomed to the chase.

A glassy drop spatters on your watch as you stare unseeingly, then another. You start and look up. She will come out soon. It starts drizzling, making wet spots

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