it is a rainy
election day
my little cottage is warm
and full of day-off-from-school laughter
covered in red fleece blankets
the sort of tuesday perfect for spooning
and watching a terrible movie for the sake of watching a terrible movie
pillow fort burrowed into the bed
i have chosen to read
a stack of things i’ve been wanting to get to
but it’s the regifted kafka from our mutual bedroom window sill
that makes it into my waiting hands
and back under the covers
i leaf through
no cherry tree book marks
that’s another volume of memories all together
this is when the little slip of paper fell
onto my lap
millenium hotel stationery
i wonder if you knew it was there
perhaps placed intentionally
a love note written
and sailed upon an ocean of time
ink glowing as steadfast blood
“M-
I love you.
Indeed.
-A”
i consider it’s counterpart written
that first time we said no one else would ever do
by your hand
“the goodbyes only get harder from here”
oh god if only i had known
what those words would come to mean
that day on the bench
clinging to you on sixth street
when we couldn’t turn away
despite the sirens
and couldn’t imagine a life
without each other
before the bloody war
and the loss of reason
memory most cherished
deep breath
when the thought occurs
was it worth it
yes
every scream
every tear
every drop of blood shed
i would do it all over again
because i know what was in my heart
that last day standing beside a hess mart gas pump
in boonton wanting to kiss you one last time
with plans of coming back
and staying forever
rhino rubber bands pulling back my hair
and
your perpetual sunglasses
i would stop time in that moment
if it were possible
instead
i choose to remember
what it was like
to kiss you hello
8 replies on “a love note written”
Hm.
“the sort of tuesday perfect for spooning
and watching a terrible movie for the sake of watching a terrible movie” <–this… I live for this
Also…. if you do it all over again I will punch you in the face. BOTH of you.
HARD.
Dear Babs,
She will.
And you will love her AND him just the same.
HARDER.
I know. I can’t help it. I love him. I always will. If i had it to do over again…I would never let him drive away the first time. That’s when we fucked it up.
Ah Catherine. Neither the guts to stand and fight or run away. The f word applies directly followed by a profound you. Stay the hell out of my goddamned life and stop stalking me across the centuries. And Babs, drunken pundit incapable of crutchless existance, why should everyone be as miserable as you? As incapable? Both vile creatures coiled among each other as true vipers. defend each others egg have you any left.
Ah, So this Catherine. I didn’t know until today who improbable gaia was. Well, isn’t this grand all of us here together.
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I am ROFLMAO! Hilarious…
lololol…
And that’s “Drunken Housewife of Maryland” to you, jackass. But, thanks for the laugh. You’re a riot. Maybe you ought to try stand up comedy… what a joke…