But today is a new day. A science podcast plays in earphones snuggly placed; something about giving up alcohol for better sleep, less suffering, a habit to kick… For me, the soothing golden liquid helps me with my job–ha, I’m deluding no-one but myself–it requires not only attention but creativity. At the local bookstore I arrange the displays, moving things from here to there…tedious, all-consuming attention.
Then there’s you. I remember when we met, laughing and talking as we drove to meet the first light of day. Only us under the underpass. Tucked in your arms, incandescent waves radiated. And where are you today? Not here. I long for your touch, your breath, your smile. Your picture grips my attention. A breath escapes me. You are my screensaver. You are my life saver, hard and sweet.
“Oh hey,” a colleague says, opening the door.
Here’s to another day on displays.
p.s. Future posts of Whiskey + Moonlight are going to be spread out a bit more. A story is funny that way, constantly changing and growing into what it wants to be. I won’t necessarily post every day, although I might. So stay tuned as the story continues… If you are enjoying the story so far, please leave me a comment and say hello. As always, thanks for stopping by.
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Day 10: Most days, i’m no sure what I’m doing. I’ve run away so many times–not physically but mentally–that i wonder if I’m dead or alive. Is it all a dream? Will I wake up in a different reality? These thoughts never did anyone any good. My cell rings. It’s my boss. I’m late. Again. I get a large coffee with a shot to keep away what chases me…
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DAY 9: The wind is angry and my head aches. There was a time when the only care in the world was looking into your eyes. But life is life. It sucks up and away precious moments unless I hang on tight; ride the rainbow in your eyes. The longing I crave is a crutch. The familiar itch I can’t scratch. You are gone, but only for a while. I wander down the street–forgetting that I have to work– I walk into the local place with familiar faces. The numb is all I can focus on…cuz I know someday the ride will end.
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DAY 8: I wake up disoriented. I reach for you but you are not there. Your scent hangs in the air, like a cigarette haze. The soft + hard of you lingers in my bed, a reminder of the good old days. We are twin-stars in orbit around the sun, waiting for catapult or for burn. The moon dips to light the way for others in need of enlightenment or saving. I watch the birds outside the window, the sway of the blossoming branches, the silent rush of falling water, and for the moment, I find myself floating with the heartbeat of the earth and longing for something I cannot name.
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