by Pia Ensinger
And now we’ve known each other for some months, and we still stand on the same fronts, but I’m kinda starting to know you better. Now I know most of these facts, I know I should be able to sleep again. Instead, I’m writing you this letter. You drink your coffee with some sugar. I found out your middle name, but we still talk the same. I even know how you look when you wake up. Why do you want all of that to stop?
And now we’ve known each other for some months, and we still stand on the same fronts, and I notice, I don’t know all of you yet, because when you’re drunk you speak the truth, and it doesn’t match with the things you’ve said. I’m going crazy not knowing what you think rationally. What keeps you from being serious with me? The things you tell me when you don’t think, are all I ever wished to hear. And then the next morning we went back to being distant. You regret and swear and don’t want me near. I’m going crazy over here.
And now we’ve known each other for some months, and we still stand on the same fronts, but I need your decision soon, because others wait for me too. And I’ve got offers to move away, and I might consider them someday, because if that was all just in my head, I could also just be dead. And if I can’t have you, nothing’s here to keep me.
© Pia Ensinger 2024-10-12