Nothing has even unfolded yet and already I must bury another possibility. Because I am not one to steal, I wear my black dress yet again and bow my head in silence (and delayed onset muscle soreness). I say farewell to what could have possibly been.
- I could have dug deeper to discover that you're not the competitive uss (British for ass) that most people think you only are.
- We could say good morning to each other by the bay four times a week with a smile that says I'm real glad to see you even at this inhumane hour.
- We could wait for each other to finish showering so we could eat breakfast together like elephants fresh from a 7-month hunger strike while our wet clothes stew in Manila Bay water in the same plastic bag.
- I could bring you to work afterward and sincerely wish you a great white collar day.
- I could wait for the end of your 9 working hours with much anxiety.
- I could help you name ten artists.
- We could fly to any (Etihad) destination together.
- You could have met my uncle's Beetle collection.
- I could be a hundredfold happy for you when the men's boat finally gets medals. Heehee.
- I could have gone to church with you despite my paganism.
- We could have proven each other wrong.
But because things are the way they are and I would rather lock myself up in my room and sulk emo punk style than destroy stuff, I will try to stay out of your way before I get any happier.
Meanwhile, I'll try to be content rowing while looking up at you in front yelling at us and telling me my lifting arm is being retarded. Or listening to you from behind while you say, "Looking good UP!" (pretending I am UP.)
Wherever you may be, I'm sure the water is light as long as I follow your pace.
- I could have dug deeper to discover that you're not the competitive uss (British for ass) that most people think you only are.
- We could say good morning to each other by the bay four times a week with a smile that says I'm real glad to see you even at this inhumane hour.
- We could wait for each other to finish showering so we could eat breakfast together like elephants fresh from a 7-month hunger strike while our wet clothes stew in Manila Bay water in the same plastic bag.
- I could bring you to work afterward and sincerely wish you a great white collar day.
- I could wait for the end of your 9 working hours with much anxiety.
- I could help you name ten artists.
- We could fly to any (Etihad) destination together.
- You could have met my uncle's Beetle collection.
- I could be a hundredfold happy for you when the men's boat finally gets medals. Heehee.
- I could have gone to church with you despite my paganism.
- We could have proven each other wrong.
But because things are the way they are and I would rather lock myself up in my room and sulk emo punk style than destroy stuff, I will try to stay out of your way before I get any happier.
Meanwhile, I'll try to be content rowing while looking up at you in front yelling at us and telling me my lifting arm is being retarded. Or listening to you from behind while you say, "Looking good UP!" (pretending I am UP.)
Wherever you may be, I'm sure the water is light as long as I follow your pace.
Fare thee well, chong. See you tomorrow at the bay.
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