Disclaimer: I don't own Nate or Caitlyn
Why did you even bother?
I ask the girl who sits in the sound booth in front of me.
Separated by inches of glass
And miles of memories
o
I watch her fingers
glide over the knobs and buttons
creating a Symphony out of our
hectic noise.
o
I watch her corkscrew curls
Somewhat restrained in a ponytail,
bob along to the
running conversation
Inside of her head.
o
When I watch her like this
under the Pretense
of working hard,
I can imagine that she's waiting in there
for me.
o
So my fingers fly faster,
and my heart beats harder during
these stolen moments of pretend.
o
But eventually, the moment is snatched back
by its rightful owner, when the
time runs up, and the door opens,
its occupant bringing a smile
to her already
Glowing
face.
o
She will rise, slowly
Ever so careful of the
Tiny Life
she has been charged to carry, and I will
ask again,
Why did you even bother?
o
What was the point of those
Five years?
Were the
laughs,
and the tears, and the
love not enough?
o
What possessed you to crawl into another's
warm bed?
o
Was I not attentive enough?
Adventurous enough?
o
I'll ask you again,
But you won't hear me,
Those inches of glass and
Miles of memories
Are too much of a distance.
o
So you will leave, with your
happy family,
And I will go home to hook up with
my wife, before going to
bed and dreaming of you.
o
Isn't it funny how I said
'Hook up'
Like we are two teenagers who have
nothing better to do?
o
But that's what it is. What we are.
Tess is too afraid of
the Big Bad World to
go it alone.
And me?
I'm just waiting for you to come back home.