jennifer went away

i was there when it all came down. you were leaving town and he said he would never be sorry so can you tell me what you mean by "sorry?" i was there and watching waiting hoping it would all turn out, but you still left town and he still wasn't sorry and the yelling was done. we were all glad for that. we were all glad maybe you'd both catch a decent night's sleep and maybe yoiu'd forget to hate each other maybe you'd remember how much it meant for both of you both of you to be together to say sweet things together for you to sit with your head in his lapo and fall asleep during "brain candy".

i was hoping it would come together in the way that plaid does. from a distance it makes sense but up close it looks fuzzy and estranged.

but there was no plaid to be had between you. you were through smiling braod at each other and making each other drinks and bickering over neat little things like who looked better.

you used to cry when he painted.

you used to love it when he broke down for you, but you said each time each time it was like a child like a man in need like you wanted to be there when it all fell apart because you knew you knew he'd need you to pick him up. now you never have to pick him up again.

i bet you only remember the bad times.

i bet you only think about the hard times and the sad times and the way the world looked when you were trampling away from the apartment footsteps across a parking lot he was chasing you he was chasing you ands you always stopped.

this time you planned to trample off. he planned not to follow. you both kept your word with no one kept your promise to the silence no one would have cared if you'd been lying though. we want "you" to be a combination of your name and his again.

i want your name to be on my caller id some night when it's late and i've not thought of you for awhile and then it'll be your voice i hear your thoughts i'm listening to and you won't cry not even once for him, you won't miss him anymore but your strong now you know what you want you know what you love i'm happy for you.

i'd like it either way but this.

i don't even have your number. i'd love to hear your voice.

2002-12-27 | 9:05 p.m.
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