Meditating on Robotussin

A true story of the night that bonded Benjamin and I.

You were living in my basement because your girl had kicked you out. The basement was damp and all you had were a few piece of furniture, if they could even be called that. A boxspring and mattress - no sheets, no pillowcases. A cheap-as-s**t chair and a flimsy desk just waiting to fall apart. Your three nicest things were your Xbox, your TV and your computer.

We were wasted. On what, I'm not completely sure. I was tripping on cough syrup and maybe you were too, but you never got smashed without alcohol. Your beer cans always littered the small living space.

And then you decided to go outside. Or maybe I did. Who the f**k remembers anymore? I sure don't.
It was 4 in the morning. You sat down in our backyard and so did I. It had rained that night. The grass stains on my long white hippie skirt are still there to remind me.

And so we meditated.

We sat in complete silence for hours. The birds chirped as the morning started its ascent. What a sight we must have been as the sun came up. One skinny but strong young man with a chip on his shoulder, sitting Indian-style in jeans and a t-shirt and one overweight but pretty young woman with a heart full of nostalgia, sitting with her skirt tucked underneath her.

That night we unknowingly gave each other a part of ourselves, a half of our spirits and souls. I just wanted you to know you still have my half.
            And I think you always will.

Reviews

[Relic]

I'm a little shocked that more people have not reviewed this story. The title is what grabbed me first off. Though Benjamin doesn't say a word, his belongings and behavior depict an introvert either not concerned with a materialistic existence or one not able to gain any semblance of wealth anyway. The fact that he meditates with you is proof that he finds an inner spiritual value more important. The ending is profound and your emotions obviously still haunt you. This is a very touching story told very well.

[Emily Irene.]

Oh my goodness! Thank you! He was a very close friend to me and definitely somewhat of an introvert; I was truly his only real friend. It does haunt me because of the self-destructive nature he always has had. I just wasn't able to save him from himself and in the meantime my ship was sinking as a result.

Your review meant so much to me.

[Relic]

Glad you liked it. Your reply was informative and I'm sorry things couldn't have been different.

[Emily Irene.]

Things are always meant to be in my opinion. Who knows, maybe my leaving him sparked a change inside him.

[Emily Irene.]

There's also another poem about him on my profile called "Madness as Two".

[Relic]

I'll be sure to check it out soon. :)

[Emily Irene.]

Okay, sounds good. :]