*photo by Jennifer Leigh Pendarvis
This Street is Empty
Somehow the street is empty. It's reminiscent of my emotions. She just kissed me on my tear, turned, and walked towards absence. She told me the reasons. I think there were four but all I heard was done, over, can't, and sorry.
It was a wonderful dinner. We laughed and we held hands. Why didn't I notice the small suitcase under the table? How was there not a signal in her face? She talked about her new job as though it was...here, in this old stone office building. She knew. She KNEW that if she said the place, I would follow. I would have packed whatever I could and fit myself nicely into her shadow. I would let gravity take my present and be damned if the sky wasn't the limit of our future.
This, of course, is pressure...that of a thousand speeding cars...on her heart. She wasn't that strong. She would have broke. Then I would have broke. Then this whole damn adventure would have come crumbling down.
I hate her foresight but love her intentions. Something inside me knew this. That is why I am still sitting here. I fear coming around the corner and finding her waiting for me. Finding her, ignoring all the logic she stored for God knows how long.
We kissed under this light. It seemed to get brighter with every subtle movement of our oral dance. This light is now the only warmth I feel. I...umm...I think I will sit here until it goes out.
It was a wonderful dinner. We laughed and we held hands. Why didn't I notice the small suitcase under the table? How was there not a signal in her face? She talked about her new job as though it was...here, in this old stone office building. She knew. She KNEW that if she said the place, I would follow. I would have packed whatever I could and fit myself nicely into her shadow. I would let gravity take my present and be damned if the sky wasn't the limit of our future.
This, of course, is pressure...that of a thousand speeding cars...on her heart. She wasn't that strong. She would have broke. Then I would have broke. Then this whole damn adventure would have come crumbling down.
I hate her foresight but love her intentions. Something inside me knew this. That is why I am still sitting here. I fear coming around the corner and finding her waiting for me. Finding her, ignoring all the logic she stored for God knows how long.
We kissed under this light. It seemed to get brighter with every subtle movement of our oral dance. This light is now the only warmth I feel. I...umm...I think I will sit here until it goes out.