he came over for a drink, stayed for the company.
it was a dark dark blue outside, the sky was getting tired of us and all of the nothingness that happened today. so the bubbles continued to float to the top in our rocks glasses, and silence moved around us, loudly. we were at that point in conversation where we forgot what was said, and didn't know how to continue. So silence continued to float in between and all around us, watching, while we just stood, leaned against the bar, drinks aside. I imagined myself, watching us, eyes locked, fingers spread out. my mouth opened. sticky words. he looked me over, un-answering. eyes saying it all. up and down, thinking. always in muse and chewing on thoughts. he hid his emotions in plain sight really well. I wonder what his method of discreteness was? anyway. fingers resting on the bar.. yes. fingers resting on the marble, light years away. "I should go.." the moon dawned on us from out the window. it hasn't changed position since the ice in our liquor melted (which was a long time ago). don't you have an earth to rotate around? its like it too was waiting to see what would happen next.
