Poetry

The Street

I was walking down the street,
The one that you love,
The one where we first did meet
Twenty two years ago
The one where we created most of our memories
The one where we first kissed
Where we first touched
The one where you laughed so hard
Because I fell like a mess,
Wanting to grab the tissue
That you lost
Right in front of the cinema
In which your favorite film was shown
I didn’t like the movie by the way
But I liked you
I loved you
And I wanted you
To like me
To love me
That’s why we entered after my fall
Oh I hated you for laughing,
Because I was ashamed
And I thought I got hurt
But I was wrong hopefully
It was nothing more that a bit of blood
On my face and on my shirt and
Maybe a bit on my heart
But still, I wanted to help you and
you laughed
So to beg my pardon
You asked to pay my popcorn
But I didn’t like popcorn
And I still don’t
Then you offered to pay for my soda
And I said yes because
I didn’t want you to feel bad
Because I loved you
I wanted you to feel good
Even though I was not thirsty
I was walking down that street
And all I can think of
Is the way that everything was known
The universe sent us signs
Your tissue did also
The blood running down my face knew
Maybe your favorite film,
The Titanic, was also
A sign,
The one that
You and me was never meant to be
You and me could never be.

Now I’m sitting there
On that beautifully decorated chair,
Hearing all of those pretty well known voices.
Champagne in my glass,
I don’t want to drink.

Then the music starts.
Everyone silences, turns to the aisles.
I wanted to be the one waiting for you,
But he is standing.

I’m watching you walk,
Smiling at the groom.
I wanted to be him, but you broke my heart.
Five years together
To finally watch you being happy
With the one you cheated on me with last year.

What a jerk for agreeing to stay your friend.