Lost in the Garden of You

Hello?
You need a ride to the record store to pick up some CD's?
Take your bike. Take the bus. Why call me? I've got some very important video games to play.

Bike is broken, bus doesn't run on Sunday- alright, whatever- fine. You owe me lunch for this.

So CD's are picked up. Need food. Now. You buy.

You have an entire picnic packed in your knapsack? Gotta hit the park and eat that.

Off to the Japanese Gardens we go! Mmm...hummus and bread, cheese and grapes. Not bad. Not bad at all. I've decided not to be annoyed by you- in fact, I kinda like you.

Oh. Not like that. No , no no. I am so stupid. You had this whole thing planned and I didn't even see it.

But then it's all tongues and your hair in our shared mouth and the green grass replaced by your emerald eyes and rolling and the only thing I can feel is you, but you are everything and I am lost in your depths.

I wonder why you are crying. You aren't. Those are my tears. I hold on to you until they stop.

This morning they start again, but you aren't there to stop them. I call in sick to work because my heart feels very unusual. Like it's not broken.