"Sun and Moon" by Ocean Lab (Evan Duffy cover)
"I really think we should just be friends."
"Alright. Did something happen?"
"I'm extremely unhappy all the time."
"Because of school?"
"Sorry. What did I do?"
"Maybe nothing. Spark is gone. We just lost honesty and communication along the way. I kept trying to fix it, but you were either oblivious or unable. Either way, I'm not mad or angry but it's over. Just leave it at that."
"I was honest with you. I couldn't always communicate but I was honest. We did what we could. No hard feelings. It was great few months, doesn't change that you're a fun and great friend or how I feel about you."
That was his riddle.
Tongue scraping the backs of our teeth.
Finding out which it was.
I want to fix this.
There's something in my chest longing to pull it back together.
Tears coming to my eyes.
That indescribable ache.
It doesn't matter in the moment,
The evidence before our eyes
That it's run it's course.
He made me feel so alive.
Scrambling to ground myself in fact:
What I learned
Memories that were good
Things I felt that I had never before
Things I should have done differently...
Ways I could have been different, not wasted our limited time.
She said I wasn't allowed to blame myself, my friend and I, as we talked about it.
It was two nights ago,
Laying in the dark as he and I had so many times.
"I think this will be good for you, learning to let go."
"Maybe. When you have something so good it's just hard. I want to make it last."
Just a little more time....
The first night we talked,
I was sitting against his closet,
his friend to my left against the desk,
and he leaning against the leg of his bed.
His eyes, that ruddy hazel
Hair a little past his shoulders
Air of self-confidence rooted deep
Showing in the comfortable way he sat.
The first night we kissed,
As though we couldn't be close enough.
Seductive gazes across diner tables
Hands stroking thighs under the table
Comments holding double meaning
One for now
The other for late night laters.
The first time we melted into each other.
The bruise on my shin when he pushed me against the bed.
Skin to skin
And heavy with need.
His body, slightly blurry from
Eyes that just woke up.
A kiss here.
Heart flutter there.
A succession of moments
We should be grateful for those pieces of time someone allows us to merge into.
Grateful for the lessons they plant into our stubborn skin with
Let them seep between the cracks of our
All but sealed hearts.
But for now,
It burns inside these spaces I coaxed open in myself
The places I left bare,
Pain will fade with time,
Lessons we collect in youth.
Maybe I'll let it burn,
Maybe I'll cry
Because that's what you're supposed to do
When you're alive.