We stood in the field across the road from my house.
I was wearing a t-shirt for the first time in months.
Your stare was as unceasing as the sun's.
My lips trembled slightly as I tried to form words.
Your hand rested gently on my hip.
I swung at the wet grass with my foot.
"I sold you and you sold me."
I long for the shade of a chestnut tree and look up.
You pull me closer.
My right foot wedges in between your shoes.
You tell me I look sad.
A tear rolls out from behind my sunglasses.
I am too slow to catch it.
I feel the heat of the sun on my back.
It's pushing me towards you.
I wrap my arms around your neck and hang there.
"I sold you and you sold me."
I feel invisible in this field.
I wish it could just be us.
I want nothing but this.
There is a reason we are here.
Our parents were wiser than they knew.
In my name I have found the wind.
In your name I have found the rock I cannot move.
I have found a steady place to balance.
I have found warmth.
But these reasons are not enough.
We turn and walk back to the road.
Your hand sweeps across my back and stops.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
We stood in the field across the road from my house.
I was wearing a t-shirt for the first time in months.
Your stare was as unceasing as the sun's.
My lips trembled slightly as I tried to form words.
Your hand rested gently on my hip.
I swung at the wet grass with my foot.
"I sold you and you sold me."
I long for the shade of a chestnut tree and look up.
You pull me closer.
My right foot wedges in between your shoes.
You tell me I look sad.
A tear rolls out from behind my sunglasses.
I am too slow to catch it.
I feel the heat of the sun on my back.
It's pushing me towards you.
I wrap my arms around your neck and hang there.
"I sold you and you sold me."
I feel invisible in this field.
I wish it could just be us.
I want nothing but this.
There is a reason we are here.
Our parents were wiser than they knew.
In my name I have found the wind.
In your name I have found the rock I cannot move.
I have found a steady place to balance.
I have found warmth.
But these reasons are not enough.
We turn and walk back to the road.
Your hand sweeps across my back and stops.
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