I'm not sure if you know this, or if you're even awake,
but this moment endures. I can feel it decelerate as you breathe softly beside me.
feel this when I'm near you and it just keeps slowing down.
I don't want to imagine where I would be if we weren't here in this
hotel room. I just want to feel this with you, curled in the sheets, while the traffic lumbers outside.
Saturday started with just a few drinks, laughing, smoking cigarettes on the
back patio and watching moths flutter around the bare light bulb.
I remember the feel of your hand as you touched the scar that ran the length
of my arm and the smile in your voice when you said: "...and how did THAT
How is it that you pull my silliest stories out of me? Seriously... out of nothing at all. I think it might have been your fingers tracing up and down my forearm that made me babble out the story. I talked on and on just to make certain you wouldn't stop touching me.
There was chocolate on your lip and I thought there was a moth
in your hair, so I leaned forward to brush it away and you just melted forward to my mouth.
I just wanted that moment to breathe you and... I forget everything
So what if you were only here for the weekend
and you weren't coming back? or that I was spending my rent money on beer and
pot so we could relax in the cool air. Who cared if the night
was a little cold for August
? Who cared
What did it matter in the long run?
Because I understood why you pulled away and said I couldn't
feel anything for you. I knew the situation was just too simple and trite.
It was too late anyway. That's what made me pull you out of your chair and onto my lap -
I didn't care when your glass shattered on the concrete and doused
my shoes in rum and coke. It was fucking bliss and the moment knew it as surely
as I. I was trying to complete some phrase that was running through my
head. I think it started with "I've loved you for a long time but..."
I wasn't brave enough to finish it.
We wasted too much time being friends and it suddenly didn't matter anymore. I knew that if I didn't accept
my feelings I would carry them in silence for the rest of my life.
That was too long.
Maybe I figured it out hours before when we skipped out on my roommates at McDonald's.
Maybe it was in the park where you wore my jacket and found a handful of unused
Kleenex, crumbling and soft, in the right pocket. I didn't have any
clue how long they'd been there but I guess I put them there, last year,
for just that moment.
You always knew the right reasons to cry and it amazes me. I've
never seen anything so beautiful that it made me cry... I know this is a
failure on my part. I
wish I could find something to cry about other than pain.
All that time we walked I kept expecting my demons to rise up and still my feelings.
I expected them to just push it all away.
Here, in the dark, I keep expecting them to drag me into hell while you
lay here. I know I'd just struggle helplessly while you watch everything I
feel just drain away into nothing. It never happens...
this conflict and the certainty of our end just
completes me. Does it have to happen? It's good to look at you and feel those dark things trying
to drown me in vain. I am stronger, better by opening myself to you.
I feel as if I'm holding my head just above the water and watching you rise
over the horizon. You're a blinding gleam with clouds.
And I know... I know that you see my hand rising out of the surface to wave goodbye to you
because I can see you smile in your sleep.
I feel you move next to me in this
. As I watch you lay against my skin
and touch me I know I'll be able to remember the feeling. I wonder what I
will remember next year.
Everything moves away and slips further and further into morning.
It's dark now and the only light I can see comes in as a narrow slit between
dark green curtains... My god you're beautiful. I think I could spend my life
in this place, in this room, in this moment.
It's just after four in the morning and I know I can't ignore
the world forever. I feel time creeping back into the morning and I
hate the fact that my phrase will just end with "...goodbye".
I'm going to kiss you awake now. This is Sunday. We're not
getting any younger.