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Jun 2014
As I reach into the fridge
I Hear a door slam behind me
It was you, pissy yet somehow smiling
That ****** looking grin you constantly had
You always looked like that
I pull out a beer, and set an extra one out for you
Busch Light, of course
Storming into my kitchen, I can smell your perfume
Worn away with the cigarette smoke emanating from your body
I can practically taste it
I watch you as you lazily lay your jacket on the floor
Or throw it, as normal people would say
You always did that
I started for the bathroom, as I heard another door
Your boyfriend
Or as I knew him, your "best friend"
He pulls the same routine
Smiling his ****** smile
Throwing his jacket
Smelling of Newport Menthols
Just like you, he always did that
Me being myself, I ask how his day was
Ignoring the already stagnant smell of whiskey on his breath
Fine, he says rather aggressively
It always was
I forget about my trip to the bathroom,
and head for the kitchen sink
Washing the dishes that you never got to,
and watched your reflections in the window
I saw smiling, and love, and happiness
I always saw that
You threw your can on the ground
In the disrespecting manor that you treated everything
But I was used to it by now
You tell about how you were going to hang out with friends
You both always did that
I said my goodbyes to both you,
and your friend
As you walked barefoot out of the kitchen
I watch you close the door, and come back into my line of sight
Through the large windows in the front of our house
You exchange a glance
You exchange a touch of hands
And I say nothi9ng as you kiss in the illuminated darkness of the street
I grab my beer, and return back to the kitchen
Because that's what I always did
And that's why you did that
This is actually written about no one, but I had someone on my mind at the time.
Written by
Jared Micheau
667
   Luna Lynn
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