Skip to content

Part 25: Friends & Lovers

  • by
image

Photo by Everyday Photography


You take one last look around his place.

When you arrived, you didn’t care.

Yet in his warmth, his kindness, his charm

He gets you in zero moves.

 

It wasn’t for you

It’s not for you

At least not for now.

Why is he so quiet? What is going on up there.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I love the peace and quiet.

I wear a battered hoodie and jeans, curled in a chair

and in my guarded way try to tell him about everything.

He wants more of a different sort

Knowing there are no strings

I’m moving across the country in 5 days

Still, I wish he would tell me to stay.

 

Instead we calmly bask in the unsaids

There’s no pressure, because after all of the craziness

We’re finally ourselves

And all is calm and right with the world.

 

I crave being near him.

I crave the unexpected moment when he leans in to kiss me

I crave the way he wants me

Even if sometimes he doesn’t look me in the eye.

 

I awake in his bed the next morning

He rests longer than usual.

I put my hand on his chest and he takes my hand

who am i to him?

 

He holds me close

A moment peaceful and lovely

Until I walk out into the sunshine

Never to see him again.