A lock piqued (version 2.0)
Remember when we spent the day
breezing through the streets
like leaves in the wind.
that the dust had wedged its way
between my toes, and you in your shoes offered to trade.
Remember when you
wore those ridiculous jeans,
I laughed ‘til I hurt at the seams.
But you had yours that same month
when one day we both got drunk
and, like a fool, I sung our night astray.
Remember when we ate
at the restaurant by the sea,
our faces misted with salt-spray.
We found the filth underneath our table;
Disgusted, I swore we wouldn’t pay
and like mad men, we laughed as we escaped.
Remember when we snuck in
the cinema, there was some foreign film
We couldn’t understand a word, a line, a scene.
We spent our time memorizing
the spaces in between
our knuckles, the webs between our fingers.
Remember when we decided to hide
from the rest of the world.
We hid the key away.
But we couldn’t find our way out,
got locked in the other,
got in each other’s way.
I screamed at you then,
our spaces too close and
I felt you taking what little breath left I could breathe
Like adversaries, we battled
In our tiny room we fought
For what was mine, what was yours, what it meant to stay ‘me’
We found our way out.
At last, a reconciliation.
But it was never quite the same.
So remember when we sat
at the brink of the bed;
fingers laced, we wouldn’t be getting up that day.
And we talked about that time
we promised we’d be going places;
together, we’d explore.
But there would be no more exploration;
we talked about staying in bed
nothing less, nothing more.