I don’t like the sound of goodbyes.
They sound like sniffles and the process of clearing
your throat. It sounds like a sad tune played on the
piano, it sounds like cracks in architecture. It
sounds like broken bottles, it sounds like doors
slamming, it sounds like raised voices and high hopes
that are destined for disappointment. It’s not that easy to
just turn my back on you because I drive by the place
we first met all the time and it takes me back to
where we started.
I don’t like the sound goodbyes make,
it sounds like you knocking on my door
and when I go to open it, you’re not there.
A Mom went to have dinner with her son who lives with his roommate.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how handsome his roommate was. She had been suspicious about her sons sexuality but being a good mother she felt that he would let her know if and when the time was right but seeing the two together just made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the interaction between the two she wondered even more if there was more here than meets the eye. Her son, sensing his mothers watchfully eye volunteered, “really Mom, I can tell what you’re thinking and you can just get it out of your mind, we are just roommates and nothing more”.
About a week later the roommate remarked, “ever since your mother was here the silver serving platter has been missing, do you think she took it?”
He responded, “Well I’m sure she didn’t but I will email her and ask just to be sure” he sat down and wrote:
I’m not saying you did take the silver platter from the house and I am not saying you didn’t take it but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
A couple days later he got a response from his mother:
I am not saying that you do sleep with your roommate and I am not saying that you don’t sleep with him and you know I love you and could care less either way but the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his own bed he would have found the platter under his pillow.
When are the two of you coming for dinner?
My name doesn’t sound quite as ordinary when it’s your mouth speaking it.
One day you won’t remember the perfume I wear and
I won’t remember the way it feels to have you on my
chest. The secrets you shared with me will find
a new confidant and I won’t remember how I felt when
I heard you laugh. The face you make when you orgasm
will become a blur and the way I look at you after we
make love will be nothing but a memory. You will look
into the eyes of your new lover and look at them as if
it was me sitting right in front of you and you’ll see me
and look at me like we’ve never met but all I ask is that
you don’t forget me and that you used to picture the
rest of your life with me with getaways to a lakeside cabin
with children and a pet. I will be asked about you and i’ll
smile and tell them I don’t know how you are but I hope
you’re well and I hope that when you hear about me from
mutual friends that you smile too and wish me the same.