I wait for him as
he comes to me
drives for miles
Highway 5 to route 14
exit Santa Clarita
where there's a room,
a special room,
made just for us.
I hold out thinking
we can make this
Make it something
better than it is,
he likes me enough
to remember me,
I like him enough
not to forget.
I know this time
it won't be easy
the mornings are
always the worst
He's to drive back down
to Los Angeles
I need to be back up north,
and yes,
this time his departure
hurt like hell.
But I smile when I drive away
despair pours down, and
the hiccups hurt
and I know for him
it wasn't any better,
but couldn't be any worse.
He misses me,
apparently.
Well. . .
I know, because he just left,
already, he's calling me.
Yes Mickey, my love.
You bet.
Anything for you.
Anything.
Author notes
What prompted this write:
gorgeous image above, artist is Katerina Sokolova, and the lyrics of the song below.
Dracula Moon.
Where are the bones on that one?
What if the cure
is worse than the disease?
serve me up some pretty pretty people
serve me up somebody I can believe
Don't feel sorry for me
I hate that look on your face
You say just let go,
you say come back home
I say I
I'm just falling from grace
I'm naked
In a hotel room
my station coming in
coming in loud and clear
I'm naked now and
making him my one true love
I'm making this hotel room disappear
You'd never know it to look at me
. . .but I'm just falling from grace.
Just falling,
just falling,
. . .
Words and music written by Joan Osborne
This man existed, and yes, we had a relationship based entirely in one hotel room in a town halfway between where we lived.
Yes, I can say I did love him, but there was more there than that, and we both knew it. Shortly after I saw him in 2000, I got married to another man, and we ended it there.
Wonder if he's single, and if he misses his Jin?
hmmm...lol
Thank you,
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Again, another poem I can relate to very well.
I enjoy the melancholy breathlessness of a love burdened with complications. Great imagery.
Well done.
Garrison
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I can relate to this one--The right time the right place and the need of both. It can be so good and mellow but still tainted just a little bit with what if's or I wishes or will there be more's yet each time it was good yet tentative.
You've done it again--Wonderful.
bw
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The angst, the jejune quality of an eternal "maybe" that like bubbles you want to hold them but then they burst. I had a relationship in the summer, between years in college. When I finally reached out to make it real, she suddenly found time for another guy and created another fantasy. I was good at fantasy and my first marriage showed me the had work of realty was another lesson to be learned. Your words catch a lot of this quality or I would not have been ripped back so quickly to things I had forgotten to realize I remembered.
Love, Tom B.
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Having been through a relationship very similar to this, I can relate. I think you capture the essence of helplessness quite nicely.
Great rhythm to this, too. Have some clappy dudes!
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Nice. I assume this is about the beau you have mentioned? Distance sucks but it sounds like you have a nice relationship.
Mike
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