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Sep. 13th, 2009 11:15 pm
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vaalski"No one's touched me all week," you say, when I reach up and put my hands against your face to say hello. Your cheeks are warm, and you lean into me, grateful, both of us forgetting for a moment that we are sometimes awkward with each other when it comes to reaching out. Our foreheads touch; I slide my hands down to rub the back of your neck and you sigh in a way that is terribly exhausted.
I ache for you, and I ache because after all this is all I can do for you now. But I still know you, and I still read the way your body moves, the way you relax around people you trust, the way you are relaxing into me, your hands sliding down from my shoulders to the crook of my elbows, your eyes closed.
You look tired. You look worn. Your sister's getting married in six days and you're stressed out and stretched thin. I wish I could do more, but for now I hug you, untie the knot you called me here to untie (because there's no one home, and it's tied around your waist, and you're too exhausted to handle it), and take my leave before I wear my welcome out. We part in peace these days.
"Are you doing alright?" I ask, before I go, hand on the door, and you smile, and say, "No. But we'll talk after this wedding's over, yeah?"
I nod, and walk on out into the night. I miss you, but not in a way that pulls my heart. It's going to be all right.
I ache for you, and I ache because after all this is all I can do for you now. But I still know you, and I still read the way your body moves, the way you relax around people you trust, the way you are relaxing into me, your hands sliding down from my shoulders to the crook of my elbows, your eyes closed.
You look tired. You look worn. Your sister's getting married in six days and you're stressed out and stretched thin. I wish I could do more, but for now I hug you, untie the knot you called me here to untie (because there's no one home, and it's tied around your waist, and you're too exhausted to handle it), and take my leave before I wear my welcome out. We part in peace these days.
"Are you doing alright?" I ask, before I go, hand on the door, and you smile, and say, "No. But we'll talk after this wedding's over, yeah?"
I nod, and walk on out into the night. I miss you, but not in a way that pulls my heart. It's going to be all right.
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