the last time i saw you series

i was inspired by another blog to start a fragmented series, "The Last Time I Saw You"



>>>the last time I saw you it was a sunken Friday. I wasn't sure if it was still night or not quite morning, but whatever it was it made sense because whatever I thought we shared had always existed in the in-betweens, in the comings and goings, in the waiting time amidst countless transitions which, no matter how many times I turned away from the space we once held, I kept getting pulled back by a silver string. Anyway that silver string was hanging from a dusty ceiling in the middle of Minneapolis in the first quarter of my life. There was a band I remembered resenting, they were feeding me souls on string and when I turned around in the dark I saw you hovering above her the way I know you wished you could float above me. You held her because I could hold your stare.

That week I had been consisting on whiskey gingers. Whiskey to keep me warm, ginger to keep me grounded and hole. I knew you would do the same for me if you could.

I kept finding you across the room, you were hiding but that silver string pulled at my damp wrists and lead me to you. It made me shudder and I thought why am I enjoying this.

She was cute. She was a spaceholder. A bookmark until you could turn the page and find me laying there, opening myself up for you. Silver string around my ankle. Breathless because I spent my last breath getting to you, walking down years of quaking bog trails to finally find the place where you had last been. Open the page you doggy-eared just in case I came in time. Curling up inside to wait for you. I've been waiting since I first knew I had the capacity to share a life with someone else. I shared my body with you first. The rest will follow I thought. And I curled up in the story of your life thinking about the last time I saw you and if you'd find me here soon.


>>>The last time I saw you I left with your friend. I was whistful and he had whiskey.



>>>The last time she saw you she was wrapped around the waist of a dark haired fool who had no idea he was her bait for you. She slunk across the wooden floor in my Born clogs, thin heels poking out and you didn't know where else to look but down. If only you'd looked up, it would have been your neck she crossed her ankles around that night.

>>>The last time I saw you you didn't see me back. I spent the next three weeks looking over my shoulder.


>>>the last time I saw you, so many years had passed and yet seeing you I felt 14 again. I drank green tea and wrapped my arms around myself to hide how naked I felt. Years had eroded the world we once shared and yet seeing you, I was 14 and shaking with fresh lust, you were tall and fit perfectly in the spaces between my thoughts.

>>the last time I saw you it was a full moon and you showed up in my dreams. When you followed me to Africa I fell asleep and woke up to you, you floated above me on top of ice some time ago, this time we were entrenched in fire. I'm not sure which one was dream and which reality, but both times we are amidst the most extreme elements. both times we are elated.