How could I not stay up and watch the moon slowly turn red?
I have remembered that I like writing and that I like putting my writing out there in case anyone ever decides to read it.
I dropped my boyfriend off at the train station. He lived 20 miles away and we saw each other every weekend. We were 16. It was true love. The sun was shining, it was a hazy September day, I walked slowly back down the hill towards town. As I walked, the man who had been sitting on a bench outside the train station caught up with me. He had a can of special brew in one hand and a carrier bag in the other.
-alright darling? He said
-I’m alright, how are you? I replied.
-I’m great. Wanna a drink? He offered me his open can
-nah, I’m good thanks. I said.
He got a fresh can out of his bag. –you sure? He said
-go on then. I said
We walked together, sipping and chatting. He liked fast cars and playing pool. I talked about exams and gigs and how I loved the sunshine.
-I’m going to the club. Wanna come? He said
-yeah sure, why not? I said
At the door of the working mens club he signed me in as ‘guest of…’ and I can’t even remember his name. We played a couple of rounds of pool. After a while I said
–I better go now
-sure, he said, -nice meeting you
-you too. I said. And I went on my way.
whirling, crazy mind-fuck days
lonely, lonely moments surrounded by people
and friends who keep me grounded.
I am blessed to have those friends in my life.