Blind Date Blind DateFebruary 15, 2017. I walk in –cautiously.Try to get the lay of the landwithout anyone noticinghow uncomfortableI am. I scan the corners of the room,find an empty seatand wait…Fingers braidingand unbraiding the frayed fringeon the scarf someone left behindYears ago –Back before I neededthis date.Back beforeI knewI was missingpart of myself.....Finally… FootstepsA cleared throatA voicestartling my fingersfrom weavingworst case scenarios...Heather….May?...I follow –Cautiously.Footing unsure.Torn betweenhustling to keep upand lingering where youcan’t find me. You reach out to touch my elbow,Then retract,Rememberingwe only just met. Maybe February 15, 2017is the wrong date to celebrateafter all.Because for nowI can still see. Heather MayJune 26, 2020Comment Facebook0 Twitter 0 Likes