Thanks For That
Came around the corner and there he was, arm around my waist we head down the hall, this is all so wrong. He was too excited and his eyes showed it. Mad because the moment caught him off guard and he couldn't hide it in time. And me too.
If I were a soldier you would know me by stoic face, everything falling around me; stand, wait, rebuild. If you can't hold on.
And I hated it this morning at 7:15 for some reason, I was talking to Sam and we were laughing and that face passed by the window and looked in and I wanted to curse everything, I wanted him to not even stop in but my whole existence, in that moment, hinged upon him doing so. It was ten minutes later so I knew he felt the same. I am far too old to have something sticking in my throat when you come in with that, "so did you get everything done that you needed to," that look that means hunger, you were thinking about it, and I was thinking about it. There are things that you can't act upon but that also you can't change and that face walking past the window in the morning and looking in is too much and not nearly enough. Because there is the glass, always, between us. Has to be that way, sorry, move on.
And by the way,
thank you for
keeping your face hidden,
I can hardly stand the beauty of this world.
If I were a soldier you would know me by stoic face, everything falling around me; stand, wait, rebuild. If you can't hold on.
And I hated it this morning at 7:15 for some reason, I was talking to Sam and we were laughing and that face passed by the window and looked in and I wanted to curse everything, I wanted him to not even stop in but my whole existence, in that moment, hinged upon him doing so. It was ten minutes later so I knew he felt the same. I am far too old to have something sticking in my throat when you come in with that, "so did you get everything done that you needed to," that look that means hunger, you were thinking about it, and I was thinking about it. There are things that you can't act upon but that also you can't change and that face walking past the window in the morning and looking in is too much and not nearly enough. Because there is the glass, always, between us. Has to be that way, sorry, move on.
And by the way,
thank you for
keeping your face hidden,
I can hardly stand the beauty of this world.
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