Tuesday, July 6, 2010

we bully clouds now to pass the time away


We never forgot the day we found out that water is not blue. After years of believing we loved the colour of water, it turned out we loved nothing. After centuries of postcard- blue oceans, and the near-black lakes that lulled us into fits of poetry, and waterfalls that thawed us into being romantic, we found out they were lying. As we grew up we grew old and tired, hunched with the realisation that nothing was as beautiful as we thought.


Suddenly everything was a lie. People died, dog-heaven was a dusty dump behind an old windmill and horses never could fly. Our gunned-down heroes never came back to life, adultery wasn’t really a sin and ‘I do’ lasted only as long as it was convenient.


We stood, smoking outside the hospital. And I turned my back but never really walked away, even though we knew something had changed. Your eyes were black and blue and violet as you turned back to me. The tears, of course, were clear. Neither white nor blue, just a ghostly liquid spelling out whatmighthavebeens down your cheek.


I thought I should tell you, I slept with your best friend.