I still don’t know if you’re serious or if it’s an ongoing inside joke that you have with yourself. I can hear the chuckle and smug smile that paints your face, before it begins. ‘what are you eating?’‘food’‘what are you wearing?’‘clothes’‘your descriptive prowess is remarkable. I mean it’s truly extraordinary, the way use the EnglishContinue reading “Descriptive Prowess”
We were never friends…
You said that you were refraining from cursing, even though the word was right there on the tip of your tongue, locked behind the bars, known as your lips. We were young in our friendships, so I did what I believed to be showing up for my friend in their time of need. So likeContinue reading “This Is What Showing Up Looks Like I”
It was a dark, clear and quiet night. We were still new to each other, maybe that’s what prompted my willingness to get into your car. I suppose I didn’t want our night to end. You didn’t either, which is why you whisked me away. Unsure of how to spend our extended time together, weContinue reading “Suggestions”
Rambling, I do that often. I wonder if it’s like white noise to you, as you drive us through the forest, with trees, as you would describe, that kiss the sky. Rambling, ‘I’m afraid of feathers.’ I say. ‘I just can’t. They creep me out’, as if that utterance disrupted the white noise. ‘Why? WhatContinue reading “New Lips”
You asked, ‘what’s it like having a twin brother?’ Glancing up from my sketchpad, I replied, ‘I’m my brothers’ keeper.’ It may have come across as distant, dismissive and cold. Little did you know, that in time you would come to learn the true weight of those words and how they weighed me down…
Looking back at that day, it was riddled with foreshadowing, the beginning, middle and end I met you in a downpour and you pulled up to take me to the house, which would be home for the next three days. In the rain, I appeared pitiful but admirable, hopeful but desperate. To me, you wereContinue reading “First Impressions II: Foreshadowing”
A black Micron 05, is what you remember I used to take notes that day. Corralling cats, is what I remember of how you described working with our team. That day, we proved that we were memorable to someone, but we didn’t know it was to each other.