windy.

i didn't open or touch the window at all. she walked over and opened the window, and i felt the breeze change. it is strong now, blowing the papers on my desks, making them flap this way and that, sounding as if anxiety had struck them and would not leave them soon. and when the winds calm down, they scrape against each other with their thin edges, making it sound like they are whimpering after the violent hits. 

i'm waiting, i'm waiting for you. for you to appear, if only in words, perhaps even unspoken ones. you have vanished. i want to say a long farewell to end that mistake, a sweetly developed mistake that needn't go further. you, standing there, walking down the line...and i saw you, but i turned my head. what was that look on your face? i thought i saw you scowl. impossibly bitter on your face, but i'm almost certain i've seen it before. uncomfortable. i'm uncomfortable.

i'll give you a cookie, and you'll hand me crumbs.