Someday

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Thoughts of her.

I can’t hog her…You need to know. She’s a fucking firework and I’m the sky she illuminates. 

She excites me.

 As I sit here listening to the crackling chorus of my favorite vinyl, I digest the lyrics and melodies from each track. Once just words, they now mean so much more. I let every emotion exude from the record and illustrate scenes in my mind.

Scenes of you and I.

With a smile seemingly painted on my face I am beside myself. My thoughts race and wander with such beautiful fantasies. A night where we’ve had a couple too many. We go out for a smoke and your face glows behind the flame of the lighter as you spark your cigarette. Your hands cupped and hair wild in the wind. You hand me the lighter and I feel your hand graze mine in the exchange. We talk and you lean in close so that you can hear me over the bustle of the city streets. Then you look up and our eyes lock. We’ve both known for some time the inevitable would ensue, but the times weren’t right and the risks were too high. But now, locked in a gaze, close in proximity, everything goes away. The neon lights dim, the chatter mutes, and the weather retreats. There, right there in that moment, we are one. Our energies rage and intertwine and there is no time for thought. You lean, I lean, and I light up inside. Our lips meet the same time as our hips and we hold tight as if this moment could escape our grasps if we let it. The pressure builds and my hand brushes past your ear and cups the back of your neck.

Closer; I want you so much closer.

We retreat and while we stand hip to hip, our eyes explore each other’s faces. Neither of us understand anything. Like a newborn who’s wide eyes see their first sight, I too feel reborn; Reborn from lost love. We retreat and decide its best we go in. Our friends may be wondering where we’ve gone. We briefly hold hands until we reach the door and you whisper something. I think you say, “Till next time…” but I am not sure. I am not sure of anything. I am floating away.

All of a sudden the music goes quiet and a scratchy sound pulls me down to earth. I snap out of my fantasy and look around. Still in my room.

Still.

I realize I don’t like it here. There’s no you here. I decide its best I head down as dinner will probably be ready soon. I close my turntable and carefully return my record to its sleeve as I return my thoughts to reality.

Someday, I’ll tell her.

Someday.


Submitted: September 16, 2015

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