Our Lives are Swiss
I talked to Bill last night.
He lives in Switzerland.
How weird is THAT?
So I'm, like, free. I spent so much of last Monday at the Folk Festival making sure I didn't run into him, thinking he lived just blocks away. Little did I know it's physically not possible.
I called him because I was going to be down there last night, having drinks with Keith and thought he might want to meet me later. The phone kept beeping and wanting me to enter a number to leave a voicemail but I kept forgetting his number so I called six or seven times. And he finally answered, sleepy. I apologized profusely and asked, "Do you have the kids this summer?"
"It's more complicated than that," he laughed, "I live in Switzerland."
Switzerland
So, yeah, I'm free, but very sad. Case closed. Just like I wanted but still not on my terms so it hurts 'cause I'm a dumb girl and he was - so far - the biggest love of my life.
And I never saw him. Not once since I moved back to Dayton.
Hmph.
Our lives are Swiss,-
So still, so cool,
Till, some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their curtains,
And we look farther on.
-Emily Dickinson
He lives in Switzerland.
How weird is THAT?
So I'm, like, free. I spent so much of last Monday at the Folk Festival making sure I didn't run into him, thinking he lived just blocks away. Little did I know it's physically not possible.
I called him because I was going to be down there last night, having drinks with Keith and thought he might want to meet me later. The phone kept beeping and wanting me to enter a number to leave a voicemail but I kept forgetting his number so I called six or seven times. And he finally answered, sleepy. I apologized profusely and asked, "Do you have the kids this summer?"
"It's more complicated than that," he laughed, "I live in Switzerland."
Switzerland
So, yeah, I'm free, but very sad. Case closed. Just like I wanted but still not on my terms so it hurts 'cause I'm a dumb girl and he was - so far - the biggest love of my life.
And I never saw him. Not once since I moved back to Dayton.
Hmph.
Our lives are Swiss,-
So still, so cool,
Till, some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their curtains,
And we look farther on.
-Emily Dickinson