Vanishing

She has forgotten herself for a second, forgotten her desire for distance and privacy.
He could wait for this to pass -- and it will quickly. She'll look at her watch and walk away.
He knows this because he too knows solitude.
He knows its pleasure and its power.
He knows it is a home you cam occupy, a place where you can watch your pains shimmer around you like a school of fish.
It's also a habit, and he knows how entrenched and addictive it becomes.
She might hate him of he pulls her out of its dark waters.
It would hurt at first.
And maybe always.

- Deborah Willis Escape