When You Left

09

*Pic on the side is of Daisy in a patch of Daisies c:*

10. 22. 13

Sandra sent me home early today.

I had put Islands in the Stream on the humor shelf.

Humor.

And you know how much I cried after reading that book.. Sandra told me I looked like a walking zombie, and once again I thought of you and how we had a whole zombie movie marathon a few months back. I hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t tell her that you had broken up with me and left my heart shattered into a million pieces. Just didn’t feel like the right time.

She did ask about you –she’s really fond of you, you know. Even though she is almost sixty years old, she’s got a school girl crush. Not that I can blame her. All I could reply with was a:

“Fine. Working on his novel.” Which was true, from the last I had checked.

Then she laughed about how someone who doesn’t like to read is so in love with writing. I laughed too, as much as I could muster, but I know how well you write. So fluently and dramatic, like I could see your expressions while writing a scene, just through the words you use.

You wrote a poem about me once from the top of your head, I remember it vividly.

Daisy, the day’s eve-

This girl Daisy has tricks up her sleeve

She’ll reel you in and you’ll never know

This girl Daisy has a lot to show

Her touch like fire and her voice like rain

This girl Daisy brings me lots of pain

She might be always out of luck,

But this girl Daisy sure knows how to fu-

        And that is where I covered your mouth with my palm, cheeks flaming. You tossed your head back and laughed, your eyes crinkling around the edges and your shoulders shrugging with the movement.

        You dragged me onto your lap, so that I was straddling you, and you tickled me until I joined in with your carefree throaty laughter.

        Then you covered my lips with yours, hot and unyielding, and we proceeded to do the thing I knew how to do.

Sandra says hi,

Daisy