Confession #6: Now

Now


I sit here on the grass looking out

At the same sky we watched

Burn out in a flash of glory that evening.

I laugh.

I remember when I called you baby.

And when you slapped me.

It seems strange we ever got along

Since we were so different.

But, still, it seemed right to me.



I sit here and wonder what you are doing back home;

Having a party, watching a movie, leaving me behind.

I look back at the sunset, and realize

You never left me.

I left you.

And I know what you are doing back home.

You’re sitting on a hill, with an empty space next to you,

Watching the sun make its final descent.

You break the silence and ask yourself;

“What is he doing right now?”