The Months

I was talking with her, and suddenly realized… I swallow suddenly, and sputter. The blurring of my eyes, I was eating, and moving, and talking for months. I remember now, it’s been months. I was standing in line, and then smiling at the cashier. Harsh, flashing. It’s winter. I missed the fall, the leaves crumbling. She asks what’s wrong. I know what’s wrong. I don’t tell her though. I smile. So we can move on.