#boooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

BUT!!

I can’t because I have to go back to Chicago tonight. :(

forgetting how to speak,

pushing myself out and into sunlight, unwilling

like a breeze pulling itself through an empty house,

every door slamming shut behind it.

Then, thinking everyone on the bus knows I’m high

but Kate calms me down, smoothes back my hair,

takes my hand, laughs at the guy outside

who dropped his scoop of chocolate

now dripping across his khakied thigh,

his arms up and out like wings

as he flaps the air trying

to get those last few seconds back,

and I want to cry which is not how it should be.

I keep getting these things wrong, too much

too little, bad timing, you need to stop, but

the air tastes like tin and I wish I knew his name

or where he’s going. Kate takes my hand.

The cathedral watches from its place across the street

and its million perches in the apartment windows.

I remember walking in the colored light, across the marble floor

the gentle woman telling us about flying buttresses,

construction through war, tea time and clear views.

The highest point in a city must be the loneliest.