At The Bar On The Interstate

I thought about what she had said to me and and I understood eventhough I knew I had kept her in a tower all summer. Really, I wonder though what to think when she looks at me and he is where she is standing right there talking to me. I haven’t been in a fight in ages. Crack a tooth and bleed i would definitely swing back. I levitated in the tension. Spreading my wings sharp and silver in the late afternoon sunshine the glare caught the attention of our waitress. Thin and beautiful, she took my order enhancing the already pleasant experience of drinking at the bar on the interstate…

Far From The Coast

So it’s a Wednesday evening and I’m walking back from the docks thinking of the places I’d like to take her. I’ve been restless all day. The first thought I had this morning, even before the sun had risen, was of us walking through the lantern lit streets, talking about a film we watched the other night. This calm dream was interrupted by my phone ringing. I have this new phone which has a very clear ring. It was my friend, he had been up all night and was afraid he would not be able to sleep for some time. I asked him why and he laughed, saying he was with his ex-girlfriend. He need not say more, because I knew his ex did a lot of coke, and stayed up for days at a time. He had been hanging out with her lately. I tried to changen the subject. He continued talking nonetheless and told me some of the things she had said throughout the night and early morning. But that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to talk to my girl. It’s been a brutal day, and I need to see her. The water seems so much colder now when I leave our apartment with her still there, sleeping. Long seconds alone and quick hours with her has been my life for not long enough. Tonight I will speak to her quietly. While we sip our drinks out on the balcony. I will tell her the truth. When she met me I was drunk and sad, starring out into the darkness of the park. I had become shallow, so empty. I read her some lines I had scribbled on a train schedule. She loved it. I followed her home and I have never left that room, even when I am out, far from the coast…