HOW EASY IT IS FOR SILENCE TO SAY SOME OF THE LOUDEST THINGS.
and though i have known him from rough edges to ravishing gentleman, i will never know him well enough. though i have held him in a hundred places from the blue bed to the bus station, i will never hold him close enough.
we are not lovers,
we just love each other under covers.
and he is not in love with me,
though he won't let go, even in his sleep.
whatever i thought we were, we weren't.
best friends, boy/girlfriends, bookends.
when i thought we were on,
we were off.
wherever i thought we were going, we are not. portland's trees will unfreeze, sweet the northwest green without us. the roadside motels will fade to low moans of other lovers; we won't reach beneath the bed sheets for each other's bodies, feel the only familiar feeling for three-thousand miles. we won't travel cross-country only to find that home is wherever we are when we're together.
it hardly matters how or why.
we are not lovers,
we just love each other under covers.
and he is not in love with me,
though he won't let go, even in his sleep.
whatever i thought we were, we weren't.
best friends, boy/girlfriends, bookends.
when i thought we were on,
we were off.
wherever i thought we were going, we are not. portland's trees will unfreeze, sweet the northwest green without us. the roadside motels will fade to low moans of other lovers; we won't reach beneath the bed sheets for each other's bodies, feel the only familiar feeling for three-thousand miles. we won't travel cross-country only to find that home is wherever we are when we're together.
it hardly matters how or why.