Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Marco Polo

We always danced around each other. I had a boyfriend and you liked me. You had a girlfriend and I lusted you from afar. You and she became "The Couple". He and I were "so cute". Finally, years go by and you are alone and so am I. The Boy plays in the next room singing a song about nothing while we get high in the living room and listen to Ella Fitzgerald.

You're leaned back against the mismatched pillows and I have my head in your lap, legs dangling over the arm rests. You pet my hair and pass me the joint. I miss the way she folded the towels you say at last. I tilt my head back, looking up to you as always. You blow smoke through your nose and stare at the ceiling. I have nothing to say to this but I know that you have told me something profoundly heart breaking. I should have had her show me how she got them all to be the same size; you say, I should have paid attention. You looked down at me then, eyes red and I understood what love was.

3 little kittens say Meow:

Nadine Hightower said...

I read this 3 times....thinkin' I have read this before.

The whole time I read the blog I felt like "I know this Person!! I feel for this person!!"
And I read every entry.
I just knew it was you!!

I Heart You Too!!

Proto said...

I meant to say she has nothing over you.

Anonymous said...

Wow, I was just talking about that person in *my* life with someone this week (It was after the "explain to me how you got to Seattle from Cincinnati again conversation?)

You KNOW we have a psychic connection. Come on, admit it.