2006-01-30
Yours to break or bury
And so he said he'd be there, and I looked at him through dark sunglasses and tried to smile. My head tilted down a bit, and he suddenly became aware of my shyness.
I'm dying to know... He said, with a blush, and so I blushed. And the breeze smelled of fresh weeds and we stared at one another.
He wore dark-denims and a corduroy jacket, and I ordered the chamomile tea.
You know, I have not seen you in a while...how was Florida? He glanced at me up and down. I smoothed my Adec skirt with shaking hands.
It was nice. But to be honest, I couldn't look into his brown eyes and tell him of the boats at sea and the stirred memories and the hopes I threw into the stars, hoping one of them would catch...just one.
Ezra...I heard myself say aloud.
His eyebrows raise, Yes?
I feel my heart wince, Do you sail?
And he chuckled.