Missed Connections
We aren’t a missed connection yet, but one day we will be.
At some point, I won’t be your neighbor. I won’t be an early morning door knock, or a late night phone call away. I won’t be a convenience to you anymore and so I will lose you. We will lose what little we have. We will miss our connection.
There will come a time when you won’t get to look into my eyes daily or hear my ridiculous laugh. I won’t be a few paper thin walls away, so I won’t be able to hear you whisper into the night when you are looking for something you can’t find in the bed you are lying in. Before you realize what you’ve lost, you’ll have missed our connection.
After a while, you will be off playing house with your bittersweet love(r) and I will be biding my time. Soon, your dirty dishes will pile up and no one who cares enough to pair your long black socks will be around. It will be too late, but surely you will have realized we’ve missed our connection.
In time, you will find yourself in a future of single-player video games and it will be impossible to find someone to delight in illusion beside you. At least, in the way I can. You’ll be shy one odd friend. Somehow, you have missed our connection.
When all is said and done and I am hanging on for the moment it crashes over you like a giant, salty wave and you come running, I will be there, waiting. With a forget-me-not laced around my neck, I will breathe a sigh of relief. The dust will shake itself from my bones and my heart will awake once more and I will cry out, “I’ve been waiting…For so long.” And your rebuttal will include tears and ‘how could I not have seens’ and you will kiss the damp sadness from my cheeks, and I yours.
As these words leave my lips, you are safely tucked away with company in the softest of coffins, and I am lying on a cold mattress on the floor.
Tomorrow, I will be an early morning door knock and a late night phone call away.
We are not a missed connection yet.
But one day, we will be.
At some point, I won’t be your neighbor. I won’t be an early morning door knock, or a late night phone call away. I won’t be a convenience to you anymore and so I will lose you. We will lose what little we have. We will miss our connection.
There will come a time when you won’t get to look into my eyes daily or hear my ridiculous laugh. I won’t be a few paper thin walls away, so I won’t be able to hear you whisper into the night when you are looking for something you can’t find in the bed you are lying in. Before you realize what you’ve lost, you’ll have missed our connection.
After a while, you will be off playing house with your bittersweet love(r) and I will be biding my time. Soon, your dirty dishes will pile up and no one who cares enough to pair your long black socks will be around. It will be too late, but surely you will have realized we’ve missed our connection.
In time, you will find yourself in a future of single-player video games and it will be impossible to find someone to delight in illusion beside you. At least, in the way I can. You’ll be shy one odd friend. Somehow, you have missed our connection.
When all is said and done and I am hanging on for the moment it crashes over you like a giant, salty wave and you come running, I will be there, waiting. With a forget-me-not laced around my neck, I will breathe a sigh of relief. The dust will shake itself from my bones and my heart will awake once more and I will cry out, “I’ve been waiting…For so long.” And your rebuttal will include tears and ‘how could I not have seens’ and you will kiss the damp sadness from my cheeks, and I yours.
As these words leave my lips, you are safely tucked away with company in the softest of coffins, and I am lying on a cold mattress on the floor.
Tomorrow, I will be an early morning door knock and a late night phone call away.
We are not a missed connection yet.
But one day, we will be.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this exactly three weeks before we became a missed connection.