Gloom Seeps Over Different Expectations
Andy’s house, a parent-free zone tonight.
Light spills out the open front door—
party’s on downstairs,
upstairs windows are b l a c k.
I park the car. Brendan
sits, doesn’t get out.
I love him but know
there’s no way to rescue his m o o d.
If that were possible, I’d go in,
say hi, steal beer, and park
somewhere—talk, laugh, kiss.
Whatever it t o o k.
He’s complicated. Sometimes
just shy. Antisocial. Or
depressed. And I’m okay
when it’s only u s.
Tonight the situation sucks.
I blew off fun with my best friends
to be with Brendan. I’d do it again but sometimes
I wish there was a way to be with b o t h.
Still, if it came right down to it?
A forever choice?
I’d choose him.
Always.