salience

December 16, 2003

"What do you want for Christmas?"
I told him and the conversation moved on.
To be honest, I had forgotten I had even said anything.
I can't contain my nerdiness, you see.
And really, I don't want to.

No, today I am a blur of:
Tomorrow is Trilogy Tuesday.
Tomorrow is my last final.
Tomorrow is the day before I go home.
Tomorrow is December 16th.

But it all calmed when he called.
"Let me in man, I'm here."
"Okay Alex, see you in a minute."
We were in the elevator with,
"The shirts, you have to see them."

And then he pulled it out of his yellow hoodie.
Hard back. White jacket and all.
Doors opened and the 6 light went out. My floor.
The book I've been pining over for months,
Right there. In his hands.

I held it, later, as I walked him out.
And even as he hugged me goodbye.
Well, picked me up goodbye.
It's like that suffocating feeling,
The smile we share.
When he ends up cracking my back,
He's hugging me so tightly.
Merry Christmas to you.
Merry Christmas indeed.
lasaliente, 01:12

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