Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Marco Polo

(Originally posted Wednesday, May 28, 2008)

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. 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.

5 little kittens say Meow:

Nadine Hightower said...

I could burst free with tears at any moment, Missy! I'm on the edge!! ON THE EDGE!!

Lin said...

I'm with Nadine on this one. It seriously brought tears to my eyes.

Kr√ęg said...

That love must have died fast (or not at all). The slow fade doesn't leave that longing feeling.

ZDub said...

I don't know anything about the slow fade; I am balls out, baby.

And now I want a joint.


kwr221 said...

lol at Zdub. word.