really old writing

Looking through my external hard drive, I found some old writing from 5 years ago. Enjoy.

Apartment

She hurries home

Running in the rain

Trying not to bump into

Strangers

She unlocks the door

Throws herself on the couch

Can’t wait to be alone

The quiet sinks in

So lonely once again

She stares at the blank wall

Plays with her hair

Wonders who is here

On this earth, for her

Her friend lonely knocks

With that sad pull

She opens up the door

She sinks further down

As she looks around

Blank white is her life

He rushes home again

After meeting friends

Exhausted from a long day

Throws the groceries down

And looks around

Wonders why he’s here

He sits on the couch

Puts his feet way up

Thinks of a girl

He has never met

Slow hours pass the same

She watches friends giggle

And exchange looks

She plays with her fingers

She looks up at the sky

As a tear says hello

She tries to hold it back

He’s walking down the street

Looking for something to eat

Smells something good on the corner

As he walks up to the shop

He sees a brown eyed girl

Sitting with some friends

Her eyes look down

She doesn’t look around

He wonders who she is

Turns his head to the side

Hand in his pocket here

He doesn’t notice the rain

As the people pass on the street

Bumping into him

He hurries

opens the door to this warm

Shop, and he looks straight at her

And she finally looks up

And she stares at bit too long

And the waiter is annoyed

I said did you want dessert?

Or did you want the bill?

But she has forgotten the words

So she just nods yes

And her friends think she’s insane

And they say to bring the check

And the man just stands

And the hostess says “just one?”

But he doesn’t hear her words

and the hostess pulls him to a chair

and says just sit down here

but once he sits down

he stands back up again

and walks over to her

she stands up and says

I’m not sure why I’m standing up

Would you like a cup

Of coffee with me? the dripping man

Says to her.

Well, I’m with some friends

And the friends violently agree

But yes I would.

And the friends loudly disagree

She walks away from them

They sit down in the corner

That’s the wrong table

Says the hostess

But they don’t hear words now

And he says he had a dream

And he thinks he saw her there

And she nods her head a lot

Fully aware

That something has shifted

And he straightens his tie

And then just takes it off

And he says, can you just, show

Me who you really are?

Because I have this thought.

That maybe I knew you.

Long, long ago.

And she nods again.

But knows they were never friends.

but she puts her hands on the table

palms facing up

and she looks at him squarely

and lifts up her cup

to the future

and the glasses clink

and they both blink

as they take a sip