You think I’m out with people.
Late at night I dance with beer sloshing out of my bottle
and straws flicking out of my thin, bending cup.
I’m busy on my phone
collecting up all the people I dropped in the past year.
I’m meeting people left right and center, going to the movies and having dinner by the lake.
You think I’m doing that
and not laying on the basement carpet staring at the water stains on the ceiling.
You think I’m blasting through this like it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done
but I’m here
I’m flipping right here
in the square middle of my bed under my covers with new tears running over the dried tears
with no desire to see or talk to any soul but you.
Fack.
I hate that you think I’m not doing what I am.
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What happened, suddenly?
Impressed at your keeping up to date skills. Thank you for your care. I think I am just sad today out of loneliness and silence.
🙂
I would like to connect with you and your stories!
“I want people to see my plays and come up to me months later and say, ‘Hey, Man. I saw your play. What happened!?”
All though I like that you commented, I am not sure I understand it Micki!
Sorry, it’s a tick of mine. I can’t help speaking (or, well, writing) in movie quotes. Your words spoke volumes of confusion and angst and was so enigmatic in itself that I couldn’t think of anything smart or soothing to write, so I just quoted Bill Murray’s character in Tootsie.
🙂