Unexpected email


Why do I feel pain,
like a quick, sharp stab
into the chest which
makes me gasp
for breath, as if it was
yesterday
and I’m drowning in a sea
of your indifference
and I can’t utter
any words
to ask for help
and I’m fleeing,
fleeing for my…
life
but I’m rooted to the spot
and I’m screaming,
screaming in terror,
in rage,
in silence.
And the words on the screen
sit there neatly
and stare at me
in such a politely
disaffected
manner that I want to say
No!
No you bastard
I’ve forgotten about you
and don’t you dare
come back!!

                                      - London, 2000