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
