erm…this is probably called catch up and I hope the fine ladies who provided #November Notes don’t mind me doing so.
Song prompt: The Script, For The First Time. One of my favorite songs.
Where are we these days?
He’s lost his job
Me, I never found one
It seems like we take turns
In the unemployment line
The only time we’re together
Is asleep, him snoring, me awake
I never went to sleep, when he woke
He stared at me, as if seeing me for the first time
His eyes softened, reminding me of that boy
The one I met when I was sixteen
Who curled my toes, kissed my lips
Broke my cherry, convinced me love was forever
That boy never went far, worked in a factory
Til it closed, worked at the mill, til it closed
Now we look at each other and I don’t blame him
He’s always worked, it’s the times that’re hard.
I wake, look in the mirror think my face is wrinkled too soon
He appears behind me and strokes his fingertips over my skin
I kiss them. Our eyes meet in the mirror,
as if we’ve never seen each other before.
We talk like I don’t remember us doing, not recently
Maybe we did before, before everything seemed huge
We touch and entwine fingers like kids, our smiles bashful
Like we are learning each other again
We have no money, we’re living on my meager earnings
from a job I got last week, a cashier at a store,
Bread and butter, some peanut butter
No handouts, he’s too proud
But it’s okay. I’d live poor with him every day.
It’s not fancy or isolation, it’s not dreams of some idealized love
He and me, we’ve been together for long enough
That I know there’s no whipped cream fantasies on our agenda
It’s tears and crumbling concrete, broken windows and cold.
Yeah, these times are hard, but he woke this morning
Held me close, our heat invaded each other’s bodies
It’s been six years since that’s happened. He turned, kissed my jaw,
He said: I’ve missed you, hon, are you okay? I didn’t need to answer
I almost in that perfect moment wouldn’t answer, but said, “yeah, I’m okay.”