Apartment hallway
Almost midnight
Fluorescent lights gleaming
on the tiled floor
The words
fall out of him like an avalanche, as though
he couldn't stop them if he tried
I told her, he says—and it is not in celebration
He paces, back and forth, as though if he
stopped
he'd never move again
My life centers around words, so how is it
that I can't find the right ones now
when it matters?
All the thoughts that come to mind are not
helpful ones
Like the realization that
in some ways
I am older at nineteen than he is at twenty-seven
He tugs his hat over his eyes, hiding the frustration
etched in his expression
It's the same one he was wearing when we met
I could never have guessed, that night, that we would
end up friends
I told her
he repeats, slumping against the wall
I told her
Comments
pur plec loud Says:
ahhhh well you know, i like this one because it gives you so much room to wonder and imagine about that "I told her"...