A Different Kind of Arena

A historic bull-fighting arena in Barcelona is now a popular shopping mall.

Well, that was weird.

Twice in just over a week.

God, I am tired

and cold.

I think I need warmer clothes.

Flashes of familiarity.

A recognition of what was—

and why it meant so much.

Out the door first,

to avoid the awkward,

despite knowing that public space so well.

I won’t share my inner dialogue tonight.

I think it might do more harm than good.

Oh, wait—

a flash of closeness I didn’t invite.

Gone as quickly as it came.

So frustrating that despite all my healing and wholeness,

the ghosts still know the door code.

Anyway,

nice tie.

Was it the same one as last week?

It looked familiar,

but I wasn’t sure.

Kudos to us,

masters of our masks,

experts at compartmentalizing.

I didn’t pick Hidden Agendas for 50.

But I thought about it.

It seemed funny at the time.

Then again,

I might have cried.