Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2013
You and I alone in a car
Surrounded by people speaking in Spanish
No one dares look at us.
We’re different
We’ve always  been different

Whether we be fools or kings--
Dumb or smart, right or wrong!
We fought and fought.
As I  hung onandon        to
Every.
Last.
Word.
Every.
Single.
W­ord.
And every phrase which cut deeper and deeper
Hurt more and more while you laughed and laughed.
Broken down on the side of the road
Thinking that what you said was funny.

You are not funny.
It was not funny.
It would never be funny.

Now we sit here in a car.
Sitting       and       Waiting
Waiting     and        Sitting
Wanting someone to acknowledge the other
Begging for someone to acknowledge the other

Minute by minute, hour by hour…
And!
Nothing.
Not one movement, not one word.
Nothing, just nothing.  

…Only!
Foreign people      speaking
         foreign languages,
With foreign instruments
            playing foreign music.

Louder and Louder commotion came
We grew afraid, we were afraid.
As we inched closerandcloser
And closerandcloser.

Suddenly!
A touch , a feel, some finger, a hand!
Together. We sat quiet and quieter.    
I glace next to you and slowly my heart melts
As the cha cha quickly creeps into our soul.
It is right then I knew;

I  don’t
like you but
       we’re friends;
I don’t
like you but
                     adore you.
I wrote this poem nearly 10 years ago for my best friend whom I was of course secretly in love with-- it was high school so I didn't say anything. Three weeks ago, he died. I was supposed to get married but after suffering such catastrophic loss, I've realized I have never loved anyone the way I love him. I will not settle for something less. I'm left here, a heart-broken idiot.
Written by
LC
  776
   Marie-Niege
Please log in to view and add comments on poems