i got home early tonight, something unusual for me on a weekday. after a heavy dinner i climbed up my bed and laid my weary body on the warm comfort of my sheets. the pillows felt nice and soft on my cheeks, it’s like the first time i laid my face on it. i hugged it tightly and wrapped myself with daydreams. i didnt move. not an inch. i can still feel her beside me. i didnt move. i dont want to. and as tears roll down my eyes, i surrendered to the fact, that yes, i am alone.
on nights like this, i find comfort in reminiscing moments with women who had shared this bed with me. and in the process, i thank god for giving me a good memory, especially when i think about those wonderful times i had with them.
i am fortunate enough to have shared this bed with a number of women. some of whom made indelible marks on my life, while some were mere acquaintances, easy comfort bodies in times of reckless adventure. i miss the senseless whispers, cheerful giggles and comfortable silences i shared with them. i miss listening to stories of their lives, which i, was once a big part of. it is during these times when my mind reveals the poet in me. it is in these times when i hear myself answering questions i never knew i had answers to. it is in these times when i am, most honest.
i hate living a lie. come to bed with me. let’s wipe these tears away.
posted Wednesday, 11 February 2004
