9:50 P.M.
Last night T-Bone gave me a print that he had made of Claire Daines. It was a drawing of her lying in bed. I think the picture he was drawing was somewhere around the time frame where she was starring in my favorite television show, �My So Called Life.�
Today I went out to buy a frame for the black and white sketch that he gave me last night. I love it so much.
I spent much of the evening rearranging furniture and existing artwork just to make his sketch the center of attention.
As I was moving things around I noticed that my place could use a little cleaning.
I rearranged a lot of stuff and ended up going through old scrapbooks trying to find something to stick in the extra frames that I picked up while I was out earlier today.
I found old photos and memorabilia from concerts and graduation.
One thing in particular stopped my heart cold in it�s tracks for it�s search for inspiration.
I opened a crumpled piece of paper that was tucked within an old scrapbook from high school.
It was dated 9/22/96 and read,
�As I lye here thinking of you in bed,
Thinking of everything you said.
I thought of things to come, and what we had.
And from what you say, I can�t say that I�m glad.
You�ve done so much, and changed my life so.
Now I am sorry to see you go
For this I cannot say I am sad, nor am I mad.
When I think of you, I will think of the times we had.
I do not know who I am?
Boy or man?
One thing I know,
Is I�ll miss my Kelly Ann�.� --J.B.
As I read the poem I was shaken up.
It totally threw me for a loop and it got me to wondering�
It�s been 8 years and he still lingers in the back of my mind every time I hear STP on the radio, or when I see a guy with light brown hair and a shag haircut from behind.
Poetry starts to flow�.
�Days gone by
Since the day I walked away
We never said goodbye
But those words were always the most difficult to say
While we were together
We would spend hours on the phone
Promises of forever
So soon turned into months spent all alone
Sometimes I think I see you from behind
Sometimes I catch a profile from the side
Can�t shake you from the back of my mind
Heart felt regret becomes harder to hide
Was that you on the road
I saw your face in the supermarket
Walking into the commode
Or parking the car at Target
Could it be?
What if it was him?
Would he remember me?
Or had my cloudy memory become dim?
Has he married another?
Now that he has a heart of his own
And what about his twin brother
Did he grow up, to grow old alone?
You once had a place for me
You called it our place for two
Back when I was all you could see
And we both had nothing left to prove
The ups and downs
You were always so optimistic
Now you�re no where to be found
And my life has become so fantastic
So ready to come alive
Sometimes I wonder where you could be
With this new will to survive
Wonder if you would even remember me
Maybe we were too young
Should have never believed
Try to play so strong
But today..... I still feel so deceived
Years have come
Years have gone
Leaving me numb
Yet I manage to get along
Did you really give up on this?
On that day I walked away
Or could I recapture the bliss,
By speaking those few words my heart couldn't bring my mouth to say�
--
By: Kelly T.
Then the phone rings.
It's Dave.
"Why don't you come hang out tonight?"
I think to myself that it would be nice but I have to be up in the morning for work.
I have a job.
I have a life.
With or without the guys from my past.
