These nights here and there are strange. Strange places filled with strange people. I'm unsure who it trustworthy and faking. I m quite sure all these strangers are lying, just to make friends or to shake my hand for some stranger reasoning.
I keep looking for exits. I keep faking bathroom breaks. They keep coming though. "Oh! you can't leave sir!" "You can't go home now, its far too early!" I need to escape this mob. I need to be rescued.
I finally make my get away from this torture. Back to home. Back to my nights I know. I send the text that You answered promptly with "be right over." I wish I could tell you I cleaned my self up, changed my clothes and took off my socks, but I didn't. I couldn't do those things. Instead I wait patiently on my back stairs for you arrive. "You took your time" I tell her. Her eyes are hazy and tired, signs she was very much asleep before I texted her. "well, I didn't want you to think I was rushing over here boy." she said to me with a smile. "I like making you wait."
I m not sure how long we kissed for, but it was long enough for the bugs to notice we were there. Under a moonless sky we ran back to the house for safety.
Most of the clothing was off by the time we got to the bed. These things happen I suppose.
Afterwords, we chatted about how our days were. How many cups of coffee we drank, how many stories I told. Each topic was just a way of dodging the question that was on my mind from the start. The one I wanted to ask right from the get go.
You see, she was leaving. Moving far far away to start a new life with her boy, her real boy. I was nothing more than the other man. But it was all my fault from the start. It was also my fault that I fell in love. Which her leaving would be a problem for me you see. So I ask the question: "Is there anything I can do or say that can make you stay?"
She gave me reasons. All valid. All true. All of them I didn't want to hear. So I did the one thing I had to, I said "if i say something profound and charming, something totally honest and true, i d ask you to stay. Your the love of my life and all I want is to take care of you." Pausing slightly, not for effect but for formulating the words I was about to say. "I want you to be here with me, making art and cooking food, reading books and complimenting each other on our great taste in fashion." I told her everything. It was me at my most honest. It may have been me at my very best.
She left the other day. Moving on to bigger and better. My heart mended eventually. It's rough to think about, however, that I was in love. I'v never been in love before. I enjoyed it for sure, but It'll be hard to find someone else to feel the way I did with her.
So now I mingle with the strangers again. I still look for the exit. I still look for rescue. But what I look for most of all, is her.
If i say something profound and charming, something totally honest and true, i d ask you to stay. Just stay with me here. Everything's gonna be alright.
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