Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Precious Things

I saw you again on the porch tonight; your hair tied up in a bun.

I know you did it in less than 30 seconds, messy.

You looked gorgeous.

You smiled and said hello to me.

My breath caught in my throat.

You'd just returned from Mexico.

I haven't left the house in two days.

Your bed is just below mine. It's positioned just the same. I saw it when I was there the other night.

We coexist in address.

Our lives?

Worlds apart.

Because you're the beautiful one.

And my smarts don't matter. They pale to your face.

To anyone else or to me.

I'd trade them. Every bit.

To awake from this nightmare in the bed downstairs.

But these are "Precious things."

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