Meathead Monologue

a school dance i did not want to be at, but did not regret going to

to say you ruined this song for me
is a lie.
to say you engraved yourself into this song
is the god awful truth.
i hear this wonderful melody and
these well thought out strings of words
and all i can think of is you!
i see your face and your hands
and i remember the shape of your
rib cage and your shoulders and your spine and your arms
as i held you, all over, and
i remember the scent of your breath as we sang this song together.
peppermint.
sweet.
white and red swirls engulfed my lungs
and i was swept away by your small
elementary love.
i was in deep, i was in a trance.
and oh, how i loved it!
the song was my happiness in melodic and symphonic form
and i swayed under ceiling lights that acted as my moonlight,
holding you.
we swayed to that song
together as one

but now i still listen to that song
when it resurfaces in my pool of music
and i still sway and dance to that song;
alone this time.
because i adore that song and
i always will.
but you've become attached to the
notes-your sweet marrow is fused with
the quiet lyrics and i cannot unsee your ribcage, your shoulders, your spine, your arms, your body
inhaling and exhaling powerfully,
in my nimble arms as i sing to you.
as i sing a song for you.
i cannot unsee your eyes as we smile and
laugh and the sounds of our laughter
mix and become one.
i cannot unsee you in this song.

and that's okay.
because you and i-
we did nothing wrong.
young kids at a school dance
we did as we were told;
we had fun and we danced.
to sway and dance and sing and laugh
is all in human nature.
i only did as i felt it.

and you just happened to like that song too.

r.k.