Quixotic

I wish this post was going to be happy, but it isn't. This is what happened Still Your Jadore and teddy bear are in my truck you tell me you need him to take care of your mom you expect me to be okay with him kicked back in your bedroom watching the game, because after all he is there to help with your mother I'm suppose to hold on for more than 30 minutes while you close the deal I'm expected to pay for hotel rooms they we didn't use Only long enough for me to scream your name once It's 6am, I got to get up from your bed and your house because he is coming to have breakfast with your mom We can't get married We can't move in I can't come over because he is already there You want me to stand holding my heart my longing and all my needs still silent and beneath your husband

T iny things I notice all the time a half smoked black and mild strawberry flavored chapstick jammed between the sidewalk crack Wondering about all things that will be in the future you know after we are all gone 200 years ahead Saddens me sometimes to think of things new; old and thrown away todays sudans tomorrow's junk car piled up like metal mountains Holidays approaching I'm going to enjoy before its history Are we but much different our youth and beauty strong and vibrant yet we are falling into being wrinkled and gray day by day Things I don't want to think about but have no choice when I talked to my Grandma today Once she was more like a movie star long locks and high cheek bones I have to acknowledge or at least consider I too will wither... Copyright 2010 CS Knight