If you were to ask me why I felt sad, I couldn’t tell you, because I don’t know the answer.
I have nothing to grieve over, no worries or problems, but still there is a deep sense of sorrow filling my heart.
Where is it coming from or perhaps not where, but who.
Sad, alone, scared, running away.
Trying to think of all the possibilities, all the people. Eventually I will find the source of this feeling. Eventually I will have the chance to make it stop.
The coffee shop is full of people as per the norm.
Friends, family, colleagues and more.
In amongst the crowd a lone man catches my eye, it seems no one else has seen or taken any notice of him; it is like he’s a ghost among the living. No older than myself but very slight in frame and stature, drinking a large hot chocolate with a sultry look. The more I focus on watching his small and gentle movements, the more fascinated I become. He raises the drink to sip it every 7 seconds as if part of a clockwork routine, then I begin to feel a cold sorrow filling my soul.
I take notice of his clothes; slightly worn in, but about 20 years behind the current fashion trends. A plastic rain mack is draped over his chair, he seems old before his time, he seems to be living a life that isn’t really his.
A short time passes, possibly 5-10minutes at the most and then he leaves.
My eyes follow him, he limps towards the door and struggles to pull it open. I decide to stand and help him. He looks at me with a sad smile and says thank you.
Then he was gone.
Now I am sat here wondering, thinking about so many different things, perhaps I was wrong about him. Maybe I wasn’t seeing what I thought, maybe I was simply seeing my reflection cast on a vacant face.