he picked me up the way he always does when he sees me even though "always" is only once every four years now-a-days. he's alot stronger now, in more ways then one, and the two armed grip sends me 2 feet into the air like the giddy teen aged girl he left behind after high school. he still smells like black leather, swet, unknown colone and the cloves i've tried to keep him from smoking from to manny miles away to make a difference anymore. the millitary hasnt drained him of poetry, paganism or the general gargoyle goth stance he's always had. he still has my doorknob, my book, the punchlines to my old jokes and he still busts my chops like no other.
he and his wife crack sexual jokes across the room. his wife. WIFE! i have to repeate the word in my head several times to allow for the floating before sinking in. i know hes married, and she is lovely, but i can't fathom him even kissing, let alone having sex with a woman he is sharing the rest of his life with. i remember when we were each others number one savior from ourselves and a glimps of my bare foot sent him into a void were no adible sentance could find him not because i was his, but simply because no woman had ever been his real anything yet. half way through the night we set out in the rain away from everyone else to clean up a past we forgot to forge in the last few years. i spit emotional bullets i'd been chewing on over political demons. "how can you love me and then say those things about the middle east!...and you really need to get over your avid hatred for my ex, you've been in Korea to long to pass accurate judjment" and he showed me the wounds from stomaching all the lead poisoning he'd suffered after swallowing his own bullets so i wouldent have to chew on more then i already had. "with only 2 hours here i guess its as good a time as any to tell you i think i felt more then i wanted to admit back then, and i'd hate for you to be upset by me know, too much sarchasm, too little real communication between us now for years...i'm not a stupid army meat head i swear."
We didnt even say any of that verbatum, we didnt need to...thats how i know we're ok.
art by Andy Yang AKA "StitchMind"
he and his wife crack sexual jokes across the room. his wife. WIFE! i have to repeate the word in my head several times to allow for the floating before sinking in. i know hes married, and she is lovely, but i can't fathom him even kissing, let alone having sex with a woman he is sharing the rest of his life with. i remember when we were each others number one savior from ourselves and a glimps of my bare foot sent him into a void were no adible sentance could find him not because i was his, but simply because no woman had ever been his real anything yet. half way through the night we set out in the rain away from everyone else to clean up a past we forgot to forge in the last few years. i spit emotional bullets i'd been chewing on over political demons. "how can you love me and then say those things about the middle east!...and you really need to get over your avid hatred for my ex, you've been in Korea to long to pass accurate judjment" and he showed me the wounds from stomaching all the lead poisoning he'd suffered after swallowing his own bullets so i wouldent have to chew on more then i already had. "with only 2 hours here i guess its as good a time as any to tell you i think i felt more then i wanted to admit back then, and i'd hate for you to be upset by me know, too much sarchasm, too little real communication between us now for years...i'm not a stupid army meat head i swear."
We didnt even say any of that verbatum, we didnt need to...thats how i know we're ok.
art by Andy Yang AKA "StitchMind"
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bettie1950:
The ones left behind are sometimes better left behind. I avoid most of them at all costs. No matter how many years may have separated you, seeing each other brings memories flooding back... memories that are better left forgotten...
pariah:
Thanks for the comment on my set 