| The Closest Thing to Crazy You sit there at my table and tell me that you still love Estelle and that last night you slept with her. Your eyes are full of apology and pity. You tell me I'm a wonderful person and that it's been fun, it's been more than fun, but you're sorry; You can't help how you feel, and you and she have history, not to mention two children, and you can't just wipe all that out. You say you'll never forget me and how fantastic it was, how hot and passionate and mind blowing and memorable and all those other meaningless words that fall from your luscious lips. Your mouth just keeps on moving and I want to place my lips over yours and stop the flow of hurtful words. But I don't. I just stand here and look down at you sitting there, concern written all over your beautiful lying face, as the tears splash down my cheeks and onto the wood. The domestic goddess within is well trained and� she forces me to turn and ask you if you're hungry. You're always hungry, and I go through the mechanics of making you lunch. Omelette and salad never looked or tasted so good and we both eat as though we were starving, which neither of us is of course. Then when we are finished eating, you take my hand and hold it in yours, stroking the back of my hand with the tips of your fingers without speaking. I can't look at you and my eyes stay fixed firmly to the empty plates with the tomato stains and tiny scraps of lettuce around the edges. We sit like that for what seems like forever and then you stand, tell me you should go and my heart breaks into a million pieces and crashes to the floor. Only you don't notice because I smile as I walk you to the door. We stand in the doorway, you with one hand on the latch ready to make your escape. We whisper our goodbyes and you lift my face to yours and kiss me gently. It is a goodbye kiss but before we know it, we are falling into each other and for a moment there, I think we will drown.but you save us, save yourself. Before I know what has happened you are gone, and the door is closed, and I'm leaning against it and this time I am drowning . |
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