Hotel Daydream
I can still picture your face as it was when you described to me how I would pack up my bicycle, with all my belongings, and ride all the way to Savannah.
We were in a hotel room and, after only one night, you let me see you without seeing me. Your eyes were closed as we talked— or rather you talked, speaking your daydream aloud. I navigated my way through the covers to reach your lips, admiring the cleft in your chin, and loving the fact that you never opened your eyes as I kissed you, repeatedly, between each word you spoke.
Imagine me, moving to Savannah. Don’t put these ideas in my head if you don’t expect them to ever happen. I’m not as unfeeling as I may seem.
I should have never left that room, that bed. Part of me is still holding on. They say that sometimes the things that can take a lifetime to occur for some, for others take only hours. I’m not that flighty or romantic, but right now I’m trying to remember when and where I last saw my bicycle.
I guess the things we regret later never seem to be determining factors in the end anyway.
In a couple of months things will change more than they have in the last, and when all’s said and done, and I’m finally in front of you, will you remember that saucy girl who kissed you on the back of the bus?
I’m making a deal with fate. I’ll give up my ‘since thens’ for that moment in time, if you do the same with yours. See you in Savannah. I’ll be the girl in the aviator sunglasses riding the red bicycle.
© 2008 Alix Purcell
Comments
ohh god you melted me, so beautiful and lovely :)
Thanks again Ata! And thanks for the bubblemail. I’m turning in now, but I’ll get back to you tomorrow!! :)
Wow, very touching, your realism is so astounding. I will say that you write with such heart, that it makes me think your writing about yourself. Am I crazy?
“I should have never left that room, that bed. Part of me is still holding on. They say that sometimes the things that can take a lifetime occur for some, for others take only hours. I’m not that flighty or romantic, but right now I’m trying to remember when and where I last saw my bicycle.”
This is my favorite because its such a painful “what if” feeling. Everybody hates them, but we can’t do without them. Again, Beautiful.
Hmmm… depends on which works you’re referring to Patrick… this one, yes… “A Lovely Shame”… no way! I have no idea where that one came from… :) Thanks for reading once again!
It is funny that we all have at least one memory that relates to this wonderful piece. I think that is why I enjoyed it so much…You are an excellent writer, very good at creating a place in the minds of readers. Thanks…keep writing. : { )}
nice use of tension to build the story…very well done
I’ll be honest….. I dont usually go to the written art….but yours Im revisiting.
You have a beautiful way with them….those things we call words!!
This is so alive and real … it has a truly three-dimensional quality. The person writing it is sharp in relief against the subtle background of the ‘you’ in the poem. Very well done
‘…but right now I’m trying to remember when and where I last saw my bicycle.’, GREAT LINE. Nice piece of writing. Left me feeling a little sad. Smiles from Jane.