Square Root
Sometimes I'm not sure what to do with my hands. What are you supposed to do when you're in love? How do you fix your hair or hold your head? How do you talk to the one you love without thinking about the way they smile when they see you? And are you even supposed to do that?
When she cries I want to ride in on a white horse and save the day. I wanna be a lifeguard and give her the breath of life when she feels like she's drowning. Those tears that stream down her face, the ones that taste salty and I can't kiss away fast enough, they're the most beautiful body of water I've ever taken in.
Her smell still remains in my house. Her jacket hangs on the corner of my closet door and whenever I get something out of it, it swings back and forth for a few seconds and I imagine her dancing.It feels like I'm standing in the middle of a room full of things that I'm unfamiliar with. Being in love feels like I'm standing here surrounded by old things made of leather; dust covered things that've sat for years and hold the memories only lovers remember. I feel like I'm standing in this room surrounded by beautiful things that are meant to be touched but seem untouchable in their beauty, and all I can do is look. I feel like this room is big, and airy, and light, and dark, and sexy and secretive.
I feel like this room has blackboards on the walls, filled with square root math problems and seventeen histories of the world, and correct penmanship and exotic words, all whispering softly, while raging and begging me to learn...learn...learn.
This room is at the top of the stairs, to the left and at the end of the hall, waiting to be discovered, over and over.
Behind the door to this room she waits.
And I am determined to learn.
Over and over.
When she cries I want to ride in on a white horse and save the day. I wanna be a lifeguard and give her the breath of life when she feels like she's drowning. Those tears that stream down her face, the ones that taste salty and I can't kiss away fast enough, they're the most beautiful body of water I've ever taken in.
Her smell still remains in my house. Her jacket hangs on the corner of my closet door and whenever I get something out of it, it swings back and forth for a few seconds and I imagine her dancing.It feels like I'm standing in the middle of a room full of things that I'm unfamiliar with. Being in love feels like I'm standing here surrounded by old things made of leather; dust covered things that've sat for years and hold the memories only lovers remember. I feel like I'm standing in this room surrounded by beautiful things that are meant to be touched but seem untouchable in their beauty, and all I can do is look. I feel like this room is big, and airy, and light, and dark, and sexy and secretive.
I feel like this room has blackboards on the walls, filled with square root math problems and seventeen histories of the world, and correct penmanship and exotic words, all whispering softly, while raging and begging me to learn...learn...learn.
This room is at the top of the stairs, to the left and at the end of the hall, waiting to be discovered, over and over.
Behind the door to this room she waits.
And I am determined to learn.
Over and over.
posted by Shirina Grimaldi | 8/22/2006 09:30:00 PM
3 Comments:
SO happy to see a post. So happy that you are happy. :) Beautifully written as usual. Write when you have a chance and tell me how all of this happened.
Oh Friend...it's been so amazing! It's so wonderful how she makes so much sense to me. LOVE makes so much sense to me. I will write to in email to tell you all of it. I miss you friend.
I am so happy for you! I miss you friend, much to say but little time. Take care and stay happy *hugs*
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