I dream of humid summer nights with smoke hanging thick in the air
Your hands wrap around my waist like butterfly wings
I don’t know who you are yet, but that’s what evokes
The feeling of being young and alive and invincible.
You take a hit and shotgun it into my mouth and
blow my mind as your lips part like the inside of a tangerine.
We go to the state fair; you don’t think it’s white trash.
You say, “let’s get on the Ferris wheel so we can be closer
To the stars.”
I say, quietly, intently, “OK.”
You look at me and run your fingers through my hair like you’re
You buy me cotton candy, you win me
A giant teddy bear.
Back at your apartment, I fall asleep on your lap while we watch some foreign film.
You wake me up to remind me that I should brush my teeth.
I think, “finally, someone who understands the small things
We wake up the next morning.
We make love.
We wake up again, this time for real.
Sometimes the wrong words come out, but the right people come through. And you have to be grateful. So, so grateful.
The walls were almost up, fortified. The cement pressed firmly between the bricks, excess scraped away cleanly. And as I laid the last rectangle made of baked stone and sand onto the foundation—ever so carefully, even—it tumbled and crumbled and lay in rubble. All of it. All my work.
Plenty of blood, plenty of sweat. Now, the tears.
Your hand wrestles with mine in the dark. And now it grasps at the abyss that is my absence. It can feel like an abyss, can’t it? The loneliness. The late night/early morning communications that get lost in tears flowing down the shower drain as I try to get ready for work. For the day. For my life. Or maybe just the next moment.
Yes, just the next moment.
I love you both so much, Mikey and Samantha. Congratulations, and may the lighthouses within each of you always guide you back to each other.
Spread the love, and you’ll see your frown turn upside down.
P.S. My goal this weekend was to run a total of 10 miles. Check that one off the list. New beginnings are the best.