It’s Lonely Here
“I’ll take that for you” He says before relieving my hands of the bag. He doesn’t ask whether I want to be relieved of the burden of carrying it.
I somehow think he wouldn’t wait for an answer even if he asked.
My mind wanders to the times I talk and how he always listens.
I don’t think he actually wants to listen.
Or carry my bag.
I think he does them because i’ve joked about them before.
“Just listen when I talk” I’ve said once.
“So you can’t carry my bags abi?” I’ve also said.
I remember a friend of mine. I told her everything and she listened and helped.
And then one day, she stopped.
She stopped paying attention.
Maybe I had too many needs, she just decided to ignore me.
Or maybe I looked desperate. Maybe I looked like I was begging for her attention.
“No, Don’t worry. Don’t worry.” I said to him, taking the bags from him quickly.
Maybe if I didn’t look desperate for attention, I’d get them on the days I really needed them, I think as I struggled with the heavy bag.