I sat on the foot of your bed, a mere inches from your bay window pedestal as we talked. Watching your eyes watching the skies rain a baptismal submersion through scattered sunlight. Picturesque du jour. It seemed an ocean of time since we met as children. Since we drew sand castle blueprints in the dirt and played with action figures. Such a spitfire tomboy. Jewel in the rough. A lot of time born of those ashes.
I think I left my heart back in school, and now embers smolder in that old soot. I wanted so much to kiss you in every rendezvous we had. I wanted more than anything to hold you tight and then...well, they're not always righteous thoughts.
I would try many times to talk to you, but it was like I spoke Cantonese. About as graceful as a hippo on skates. So I holstered those impulses for years.
Anyway, we grew apart, then moved apart. Politics you know. I've wore a lot of tread thin and many a hole in my shoes since our last encounter.
Today, as a butterfly, I caught you in the parking lot. A mirage of sentimental heaven, only to be broken by your jarred hello. How giddily you were as you invited me back to the house to catch up.
So here I am, on the foot of the bed. We just barely beat the rain in. It's all too surreal, but there's something I have to tell you...something that's been just eating away at me. " There is no place in the world that I had rather be, than right here, right now...with you."
As I gulp, I wear my dreams like jewelry and with timid humility, my worth now lies in her response.
Adding your comment:
. Go figure eh? Guess maybe I should stick to poetry.
