It is dark. The sky is clear. The stars are bright and the moon is full. It’s a beautiful night. I wait for you, you said that you’d be here. The trees are still. The grass is damp. The lake looks gorgeous from here.
You’re late, you’re always late. I don’t know why I don’t just call. What if you aren’t coming? I lie down and watch the stars a little longer and breathe in the cold air. I decide to call you, you aren’t usually this late. Your phone is off. Are you coming? Do I wait for you? I’ll wait five more minutes. The minutes feel like hours.
You’re not coming, it’s time to go home. I said some things that I can’t undo. I can’t believe I thought that you would meet me here after last night. I stand up and take one last look at the lake. A whisper in the dark, it’s a relief to hear your voice. I turn around and you take me into your arms.
Now’s my time to fix what I’ve broken but I don’t know where to start. I don’t want to fall to pieces. I’m afraid the truth might hurt me. You let go first and sit down. I’m still standing. Our eyes meet. You take my hand and urge me to sit next to you. We sit in silence and watch the lake.
Who’s going to talk about it first? It shouldn’t be this hard, we’ve been friends for years, but maybe that’s what makes it hard… You cave first and ask me why I asked you here after last night. I’m at a loss, I don’t know what to say, where do I begin? All I say is that I didn’t know it was how you felt. Silence again.
What’s wrong with me! I had a whole speech prepared that I rehearsed in my head over and over again until I thought it was perfect. I fold my arms across my knees and rest my head. I look at you, leaning back on your arms with your legs stretched in front of you. You turn your head and ask why not me?
In the stillness of the night, hearing those three words, I fall to pieces.
~ Written by Simone~
~Featured in Carve Monthly, May 2007
You’re late, you’re always late. I don’t know why I don’t just call. What if you aren’t coming? I lie down and watch the stars a little longer and breathe in the cold air. I decide to call you, you aren’t usually this late. Your phone is off. Are you coming? Do I wait for you? I’ll wait five more minutes. The minutes feel like hours.
You’re not coming, it’s time to go home. I said some things that I can’t undo. I can’t believe I thought that you would meet me here after last night. I stand up and take one last look at the lake. A whisper in the dark, it’s a relief to hear your voice. I turn around and you take me into your arms.
Now’s my time to fix what I’ve broken but I don’t know where to start. I don’t want to fall to pieces. I’m afraid the truth might hurt me. You let go first and sit down. I’m still standing. Our eyes meet. You take my hand and urge me to sit next to you. We sit in silence and watch the lake.
Who’s going to talk about it first? It shouldn’t be this hard, we’ve been friends for years, but maybe that’s what makes it hard… You cave first and ask me why I asked you here after last night. I’m at a loss, I don’t know what to say, where do I begin? All I say is that I didn’t know it was how you felt. Silence again.
What’s wrong with me! I had a whole speech prepared that I rehearsed in my head over and over again until I thought it was perfect. I fold my arms across my knees and rest my head. I look at you, leaning back on your arms with your legs stretched in front of you. You turn your head and ask why not me?
In the stillness of the night, hearing those three words, I fall to pieces.
~ Written by Simone~
~Featured in Carve Monthly, May 2007
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