I don’t want to start by talking about the weather.
I was walking on a campus path, a transition from one class to another. Next to me, walking, was a round black girl. I walked past her.
She said “you made nice comments.”
I gave a reflex, dead “thank you.” I glanced at her and continued to walk.
I wanted to talk to her. Say something. For no other reason than to acknowledge the appreciation I felt for her compliment. I didn’t turn to face her. I wanted to. The moment passed but I thought about talking to her even after we went down separate paths.
In other lives I spoke with her. Asked about her thoughts. I was warm.
But I didn’t talk to her. I said “thank you,” and regretted.
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