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By dev0n Date: 2001 Dec 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.10.01.11.1449]] |
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"Do you want me to let you go?" you ask, on the telephone, miles away from home. "No, no.." I reply, "What are you up to today?" And we chat, a few minutes, and I can tell you've just woken up. You have that sleepy sound in your voice that I know so well. I can picture you sitting there, with your hair all a mess. "What're you doing right now?" you ask, as a pause fills the telephone line. "Laundry." I reply, but really I should be saying: Thinking about you. Your achingly beautiful smile. The way my skin feels when you touch it. The fact that I want to marry you, that I'm really sure I do. My mother says that she thinks, from the way I am talking, that you're the one, too. And my grandmother says that she has a "feeling" about you. "You know how you can just tell with people?" she asks. "Yes, I do." I reply, smiling a smile that is reserved just for you. We talk a bit longer, and I'm not really sure what I'm saying. Idle chatter about my day, and then I remind you to drive carefully, and then you say "I love you" and I say "I love you too" and I've never meant anything more, you really are the one for me, I believe that, I really do. |