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a ghost from the past
last night i decided to go for a walk around the city. to relish in my thoughts and enjoy the city lights. i found myself in a familiar area, same smell, same atmosphere. i stopped in front of an old cafe', i used to sit in a blue chair towards the back for hours after school and sketch. i looked in for a moment, usual crowd and proceeded to walk down the street. i heard heels clicking away at the pavement behind me and felt the gentle touch of a hand tug at my arm. i stopped, turned around and there she was, like a ghost from the past, denise walsh. she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek and asked questions so fast i thought i was participating in the lightening round on some game show. she had the same beautiful blue eyes, the same height, accented by the three inch heels i heard clicking on the pavement. she was older now and breathtaking. her hair was different, a darker brown then i rememeber and longer. she was beautiful, even more so than in highschool but i thought she was beautiful then. she stopped talking and hugged me again, knocking the breath from my lungs. asked me to join her in the cafe' and i gladly accepted her invitation. we sat towards the back, i took comfort in a familiar chair and she sat indian style in the one next to me. we talked, for hours, about our lives and our goals. she stayed in chicago, studied musical theatre at columbia and is now a performer with her name in the bright lights of chicago's theatre productions. she asked about me and i told her about new york and pratt, tattooing, art, the tour, the films, my life.
the conversation was wonderful. it is nice, sometimes, to see a familiar face; one i adored in highschool. she put her hand on my knee and told me that she had a confession to make... unfortunately we were interrupted by a loud, drunk voice; a man who grabbed denise by the arm and dragged her outside; her boyfriend. i managed to pull her away from him, we had words, he took a swung, i took a swung and he hit the ground. the cops came, we retold our story. he was placed in the back of the police car and denise and i were free to call it a night. i walked her home as tears streamed down her face. she apologized for my being witness to that and i sat her on a park bench and told her that no one deserves to be treated that way, no one. i told her she has a great life and a lot to be proud of. that she doesn't need someone who is absolute trash.
after my lecture, sitting on that park bench, i just couldn't understand why such a successful, beautiful woman would fall for such an animal. then she told me what she wanted to say in the cafe' before we were interrupted. she old me that, in highschool, she had a crush on me. that she ever since then has been looking for a guy like me. and one day she gave up and found this creep. and in seeing me tonight, gave her hope that there were men out there who would treat a woman right, with respect. call them beautiful instead of sexy. i told her that she needs to follow her list of wants and desires and if some guy she's remotely interested in doesn't have all those qualities then he's not mr. right. don't settle, find the one person in this world who is perfect for you.
then she asked.. 'do you ever think you've found them but know you cannot have them?' and i replied with a 'yes.' but i pointed out the word "think" and assured her that she will automatically know.
i walked her to her door, she wrapped her arms around me once more; i kissed her cheek, wiped her tears and bid her adieu.
a ghost from the past, a bruise from reality and a new outlook on a positive future. i wish her the best in life and here's to hope that she makes the right decision.
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