Good Writtens

He sat next to me.

He lived next door from me. Across the street, in fact. He live 5 states away. It could have been closer. The timing was all wrong.

When isn't it?

He lived in my head.

Fingers, slender instruments humming the tune only out of pitch.

But that's between you and me.

I sing the melody in my quiet moments, to keep me company. To keep my thighs light. And keep my shoulders upright.

Annie said it would be forever. It would a be life of fighting recollections. Not sure which one to bet on quite yet. And quite frankly, it's not a fight I want to watch. Let me live in my head. Problem with that is that your head lives alone in a quiet house. He lives with me in loud moments of passion filled precision.