thechosenone

there are always some memories that linger,

 

sitting with coffee in hand in those high bar stools, outside on the balcony, it was early morning but already so hot, and I could see my reflection through the glass railing but I couldn't see the damages from the night before, not in our entangled hands and not in our entangled legs, I saw only a reflection of serenity which is odd because I remember being shattered

 

and I remember your eyes that night, on benches this time, tree benches, with that man next to us, his glass of white wine filled to the brim, and I could see through his eyes how perfect it all looked, how mature, how solid, how aligned with the universe, and we talked about all the important things, or at least that's what it felt like but it was probably all nonsense

 

just like the nonsense found in the details, in the candles and the cigarette breaks, thinking it was all meaningful somehow, even the ridiculous things like you pulling my toes or me liking your sweater, and we were eating pancakes in silence and sharing a toothbrush and napping all day until the sun was setting again and yes, I can see the nonsense of it all

 

and yes, I will wallow in it all for a little while longer,

just a little while