I sat on the sofa
pushing buttons on a worn remote control
back and forth between news
and the inane.
I didn't know what was on the TV
and didn't really care.
I paused only to note
the appearance of That Girl
concocting one of her wacky schemes
A scheme soon to be quashed by
her ever-responsible boyfriend, Don.
My salad sat untouched,
its leaves wilted by too much dressing.
I had no desire for food--only resolution.
After our last conversation,
I swear I recalled every day,
every moment,
every glance
we exchanged
trying to decipher the code
but somewhere along the way I lost my ring
and they don't make that cereal anymore.
Some part of me thought
I'd never see you again
That it was over
But here I am,
perilously scaling that invisible wall
anxiously waiting . . .
waiting . . .
Eight o'clock came
and I waited
still
unable to breathe
and pacing,
mentally,
those well worn grooves
in the dark part of my brain
That Girl disappeared,
crisis solved
and you arrived at my door,
cool and aloof,
carrying only a cigarette
and a handful of regrets.
.
.
I swear I recalled every day,
every moment,
every glance
we exchanged
trying to decipher the code
but somewhere along the way I lost my ring
and they don't make that cereal anymore.
Some part of me thought
I'd never see you again
That it was over
But here I am,
perilously scaling that invisible wall
anxiously waiting . . .
waiting . . .
Eight o'clock came
and I waited
still
unable to breathe
and pacing,
mentally,
those well worn grooves
in the dark part of my brain
That Girl disappeared,
crisis solved
and you arrived at my door,
cool and aloof,
carrying only a cigarette
and a handful of regrets.
.
.
and I waited
still
unable to breathe
and pacing,
mentally,
those well worn grooves
in the dark part of my brain
That Girl disappeared,
crisis solved
and you arrived at my door,
cool and aloof,
carrying only a cigarette
and a handful of regrets.
.
.