The Marriage Between Violence And The Hello
I awoke in the white of the day in desire for a friend. When I looked hard enough I found her in a corner, all rolled up like an unread newspaper. As soon as we met it felt like we had already been close to each other and hardly a foot apart. It was an obvious observation that we were the same person. We got to the point where the mind never sought to see another’s face. No matter what was to happen it was insistent to follow. If you don’t follow, trouble will, and here he comes now.
I can’t believe we are fighting again. I can remember when speaking used to flow like an enjoyable leak from the faucet. Now, it gushed in resentment like a broken artery. The time rose to greet me in the moment of my tardiness. “Where have you been?” the familiar teeth mouthed at me. I have almost forgotten the face, but the tone always rung true. I could feel my feet twisting to exit in the other direction. Leading me to enjoy the junk mail that seems to know my needs and to my surprise is selling what it thinks I need. All packed with discounts if I return the compliments they sent to my house. My friend complements with insults so I begin to simply nod in attempts that being late would lose you, but it didn’t. You wait around so, I’ll stand corrected. Still I fallow and repeat trying to grow on this spoiled land. I can finally see the concrete coat you keep dressing me in. “Why are you late? Couldn’t you get here, aren’t you listening? How come you keep testing my patience?” As I retrieve the motivation that has kept me returning. Picking him up trying to see which parts look like me. I can spot the qualities that run true, as the echo of her down the hall chanting how he looks just like his mommy.
Just remember back when you traveled together and the fun in the sway of the trees, the wind seem to weigh much less, and discussion wasn’t always about what we believed in when you leave this earth. To obtain a compliment wouldn’t hurt, but I know they will be backhanded. This spun me down to the floor with thoughts of the beginning of the friendship and how long ago I was there, now close to arriving at the end and exiting the coincided space of recollection. Hello, I’m not missing you like I use too. Hello, should I show my face today, should we just wait, tell me what you think. Oh now you’re not speaking, how ‘bout we just look, no? Its been a while since I said your name, I use to say it everyday, and I know I won’t say it tomorrow. Hello, bright part of the day, where is the corner, it looks much different than what I remember. I’m so tired of living entirely, but I can remember how the connection was, now decapitated starting at the feet.
