There.A Poem by A Passing ThoughtI took him there. It was you who first showed me that place. An old wooden
pier hanging low over the dark water. We left your friend to smoke weed in the
truck. I remember your grin and wink as you pushed open the gate that warned
us. Trespassing doesn’t count after midnight in this town, you said. You took
my hand to pull me through. You didn’t let go as you led me those 80 yards or
so out to the edge. I led him there. You kissed me there. It was the second time you had ever
kissed me, but this time the moonlight made your eyes shine brighter than they
ever had before. And, my God, did I love looking at your eyes. This was the
first time I could see your desire for me. You made a high school girl’s dream
come true, the way you looked at me that night. I kissed him there. You stood behind me and faced me towards the north. The
bridge lights up the water. It’s too far to hear, but just close enough to
still be visible from our pier. You told me between breaths down the back of my
neck how you liked to come here and watch the headlights pass into the city and
back again. Kept you from thinking too
much, you said. I faced him south. You leaned in to kiss me again, and if anyone asks, I don’t
really remember it. I don’t remember every way your hands moved to hold my
waist. I can’t recall the shock quality in your lips. I don’t still think about
how I pulled you closer and closer to me. I can’t remember how it felt when you
paused to breathe and smile, the hot air that warmed my lungs. I don’t remember
the sound of your laughter when we nearly collapsed off the edge. But you
caught me just in time. He held me there. We never came back to that pier. Yet every time I drive by
that pier, I think of you. It didn’t feel fair to him, though. That you got to
keep that part of me, when I wanted nothing more than to give it and everything
else to him. That’s what adult love is. So I took him there. I tried to re-write
the memory. It didn’t work. © 2015 A Passing Thought |
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Added on March 14, 2015 Last Updated on March 14, 2015 AuthorA Passing ThoughtSouth Bend, INAboutSpecialize in prose. I write about what I know, what I pretend to know, and what I am learning. more.. |