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.