*Relationships in your 20’s usually end. Unless you’re lucky and find the one you’ll tolerate the most at that time. I always knew everyone was a bookend. I always knew I’d know when the right one showed up. But—the heart still feels, and time also heals so this isn’t a sad story—just a beginning of a new one.
Once upon a time, a boy and a girl realized they were not meant to be, so he broke up with her while the Santa Ana winds blew and he played drums to Purple Rain inside a Jazz bar. He sang the parts I’ve italicized below into the microphone. It’s all very dramatic, but I appreciated the effort.
The smell of cheap drinks buzz
“I never meant to cause you any sorrow…”
sinks the glow—
I stir the ice into a frenzy,
unsure of how long I’ve wanted out
of your life—
the weather is like any other night
and the billiards smack and clank,
reminiscent of this drink I carry between my dirty hands.
You sing me a song you’ve never sung
and one line in, we’re done—
“It’s such a shame our friendship had to end…”
a relief tears at my heart,
a corpse appears,
bloated and unsure of where she’ll go
once this torrent settles—
she pummels her way through—
no hope in rescue,
she is happy to die here
“It’s time we all reach out for something new…”
watching you melt into the small applause—
into the sweat of your small hands