This evening as I watched a tiny television from across my huge living room, I heard the sound of footsteps down my walk. They were heavy, brisk, and decidedly male. Keys emerged from a pocket and inserted into the lock. My heart skipped a beat, and my roommate made his way into the house. Then it hit me again. He's not coming home. This isn't his home anymore.
Big changes are sweeping through. Bigger renovations than new curtains and replacement electronics are underway. Over the next several days, weeks, even months I'll be peeling away the ours. I have tried already to replace the ours with mys, but I think first thes will have to suffice. I have to clean the bathroom counter. Would you like to come by the house sometime? I'm renting out the office.
Tonight I'll spend my first night alone. No head on the pillow next to mine, hair sweaty and wild, crinkling his brow in concentration even in his dreams. No sound of spoon in bowl across the house while I lay in bed before I'm awake enough to open my eyes. No quick kiss goodbye with his trenchcoat on and I in my pajamas. No Rick. No us.
"Peeling aways the ours" - that was great.
This whole post was great.
Sorry I'm enjoying your pain ...
Posted by: TheQueen | March 12, 2007 at 05:04 AM
there there, little warrior.
come, lay your head on my bosom.
Posted by: miss kendra | March 12, 2007 at 11:35 AM
Dear Queen, please enjoy! I worked hard on what to say.
Dear Kendra, everybody needs a bosom for a pillow.
Posted by: ariel | March 12, 2007 at 05:01 PM