I would have loved to teach you Chinese chess And Muay Thai Or even Brazilian Jiujitsu Staining the mats With sweat and stolen caresses A serious session That just might transition From full guard To full-on French kissing.
We could have watched Oldboy again Together this time, Or Glengarry Glen Ross, My favorite movie. And you could have shown me A film major's favorite movies.
We could have tried the tacos In Chupacabra, The salmon sashimi in Sugi (Their fresh sea urchin is the bomb, by the way). I could even have cooked for you. My vichyssoise isn't bad. And you do love potatoes more than your own family.
Kayaking in the south, Roadtripping all the way north, Visited the stone houses and the honest folk Of the northernmost islands.
Held contests To see who could drink who under the table. Your weakness is beer, Mine is soju. Could have seen who could hold whiskey better.Β
I was dead serious too When I said I was serious About taking you To the West Indies and North Africa For that pilgrimage of yours.
I was prepared to hear what you had to say About the things you see The spirits calling to you The dead dancing like wisps at dusk Demons chasing you; Skeptic or not, I never would have minded you waking me up at 4 AM To tell me about your latest vision.
Run cigarette companies out of business Introduced you to my friends and my family Listened to you sing and Allowed awe to seize me again and again Written a hundred poems in praise And read your requital ones.
Kissed under the stars, Talked in the dark On the sand Until 3 AM, Exchanging yawns and hugs, Bumming smokes off of each other And greeting the sunrise With a bottle of local moonshine Bought from the fisherfolk.
Taken you shooting 9mm, .45, even 12 gauge. Entwine my arms around you Whisper in your ear Inhale the cordite in the air and the smell of your skin Teaching you shot placement That you're pulling the trigger wrong And hold your breath a bit and don't flinch.
Played Skyrim and CoD all night long Yelled ******* at each other While kicking *** on Tekken And swapping spit in between rounds.
Made friends with your beagle And discussed a life together A dog, a cat, maybe no kids. Just one, if ever. Argued over names for the kid.
We had a real connection, too, But, oh well, How was I supposed to know That you were just looking for cheap thrills For transient pleasure That the 'connection' was probably just one-way? Maybe I'm just stupid.
I'll just have to find someone else To do these things with. Someone better, smarter, funnier, But none of your legion of issues The truckloads of your problems.