I Still Have Your Jacket, Part Two

Four months passed since I’d seen you. There was catching up to do. I picked the place we’d meet at noon. You wrote great I’ll see you soon. We sat down and ordered some food. I listened to what you’d been up to. Oh good lord it’s tragic but so true. I used to really love you now I’m so bored by you. I could hardly believe what on earth had I once seen? There you sat across from me just as boring as can be. When you left, oh how I cried. Sitting here, I think I’d rather die. I can’t help asking myself why - I’d be more entertained watching wet paint dry! You’re ruled by your god. I’m ruled by the moon. Thank them both it’s over but I didn’t think it’d end so soon. You wouldn’t be so boring, if you just let people in. I still have your jacket and you, you’re just left with me under your skin. I walked you to your car who knew a block could be so far you pointed there said “This one’s me.” “I remember”, I said softly. You held me close, one last time. Then asked if I needed a ride. “I’ll take the train, I’ll be just fine.” And when I walked away I realized. Fuck. I’d rather be bored and have you by my side.