December 08, 2002
floating up and up and up
I wrote this almost seven months ago. On a napkin that I shoved in a purse I haven't used in a while. I forgot all about it until now.. It’s amazing how fast time passes when you’re not paying attention to the calendar on the wall.
I bet you don’t recognize the flowers dying on my dresser.
I bet you wouldn’t recognize a single face on a single picture decorating my bedroom mirror.
I bet you’d fumble around in the dark forever in search of your car keys..
And trip over something on your way to find a lamp.
I bet I wouldn’t cling to you in my sleep..
Secure in the subconscious knowledge of your closeness.
I bet you wouldn’t reach for me if I moved away..
Or toss uncomfortably if I got up in the middle of the night.
I bet you wouldn’t get that knowing smile first thing in the morning.
I bet you wouldn’t hold me tight and tell me how you care.
I bet you wouldn’t keep me there for hours..
Just talking and smiling with certainty that we’d last.
I bet it would be nice though,
In a hollow sort of way.
And maybe we’d feel satisfied for a few moments..
Before we realized it was gone.
And maybe we’d talk about getting back together,
Before our emotions let us know that we’ve moved on.
I’ve moved on.
But I promise I’ll remember..
And you know, I really think I will.
9:35 p.m.