|While we were Gone
Author: Joewhatever PM
(and finally it has a title)Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Words: 346 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 02-09-05 - id: 1830339
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I run my hands across your chest;
I straighten your tie.
It's really just to have something to do
(--running my fingers through your hair--)
because my eyes saw you but my hands didn't believe it,
had to find out for themselves.
Your tie is loud in a way, bright and striped-dotted-splatter-painted.
It makes me smile because, you've always liked things like that.
(I love that about you: Appalling fashion sense...but it works, somehow,
But I'm staring at this only so I won't have to look into your eyes
(amazing eyes, green eyes, like sun through trees on summer days, warm eyes)
because somehow I think that would change things. What am I going to see
that wasn't there before?
By way of explanation I guess.
A sharp intake of breath (inside my mind. Racing thoughts, chasing tails behind
My eyes, thunderbolts, hurricane winds.)
Things are different now. They have been for awhile.
I look up, and you smile (a smile that used to melt me, it makes me crazy now.)
You say, "Remember when..."
And I say, "Yeah. I remember when..." Except that when I say it, I sound much
Less calm, nostalgic, and collected than you do.
(I guess I'm just awkward. Not nearly as suave.)
But I can feel your heart beating (fast, faster)
Beneath your skin, you're just as nervous as I am.
(I don't know why we're both nervous. I don't know why.)
Isn't it strange, though, that occasionally one might meet someone (again)
That one wants to get tangled up in, in a very euphoric amazing sense...
(I want to wrap you around me—your loud ties, your button-up shirts and
mismatched socks, messy hair, everything behind your eyes—I want to breathe
We'd have wanna-be-lonely conversations in dark, supposed-to-be-romantic cool
Cafes (and it was good).
And...Yeah. I have missed you so much (too). While we were gone...