Something Tells Me I'm Not Here Anymore

One day I saw my reflection in a puddle of oil in the road.
I was all squiggly and rainbow’ed.
I remember talking to my best friend at the time, Josef, when I got back to the van. ‘The Van’ was where we’d been living undead for the past 2 years.
“If I were to rearrange the letters in my soup to spell I miss you, would she ever see it? And if she did would she eat it and ignore it?”
He didn’t answer me until late that night.
I was drunk.
I’d been dancing in the street.
One sweet old lady inexplicably put a golden goose in my hat.
I wasn’t aware I had a hat.
I thanked god for my fortune.
Josef tried hard to steal my opulent gift but I held on tight as he poisoned my toothbrush with a bottle marked ‘Green Blood’..
Anyway, he made off with my golden gander and we haven’t spoken since.
The green blood turned out to be green jello.
That was 5 years ago now.
Everything feels like one big blur.
I thought I’d lost it all when I looked down into my 5 year old soup..


“I miss you too.”

Author's Note

it's nothing special but I care about the characters big or small and I care about what happens to them and I care about the objects and the road and the trees

Reviews

[TawnyBlueStar]

Love, love, love this! I have no idea what to say, I think it's brilliant.
That "I miss you too." is just perfect :)
Great write! adding this to my favourites

[Richard]

thank you VERY much I'm very flattered really :)

[The Verse: A Poetry Jou..]

Impressive, as unstructured as it may be, it's simply wonderful. very well written and very easy to read. The changing tone in your stanzas is a journey for the reader and right at the end it delivers. It argues emotions that are poisonous as adults but as children we are willing to forgive.

[Richard]

that's a really insightful review and basically what I was looking for so thank you very much :)

[The Verse: A Poetry Journal]

absolutely my pleasure.