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yes, there were plenty of details to cram into memory
in a short space of time
most all of them
invade my brainspace regularly
but there is one
that comes to mind a lot
that i still haven't found the words
or time
to say
i would impatiently stand at the busstop across the street from work. my heart was filled with this heavy need to get back to you as soon as possible. every second i was away from you knowing that you were in my house was too long. maybe because i knew those seconds were numbered, the ones that you would exist in my house.
and the heaviness, like metal drawn to a magnet (a metaphor of us i can't give_up ) propelled me east when i got off the bus at the busstop a block away. and i would get to the corner of my street and look up and there you were. standing on my porch smoking a cigarette and my feet hurried just a little more towards you.
now, when i turn the corner on my way home from work, i imagine you there. standing on my porch smoking a cigarette, waiting for me to come home. that might have been the most perfect part of all the little perfect parts; i finally had someone to come home to in you.
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and now i breathe a sigh of relief when i stick my head over the porch rail and my roommate's car is gone. no one to come home to; empty. silent.
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why don't you just knock on your next door neighbours then, you never know, they might have some dinner left over for you, if you don't want to be alone then don't worry, there are some nice people around you know at least i hope.
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ah nope. i live around a bunch of rich spoiled teenagers whose mommies and daddies pay their rent who piss off their balconies and let their dogs shit in my yard and don't clean it up.
like i said, i'm pretty relieved when i come home to a quiet house.
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