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Feb. 7, 2005 Ride out the storm and then take off your sweater, someone says to me as I make my way through the door of the little blue shop. I shiver in the freezing air. Coldest night I’ve ever seen. Cold as that night on Lake Lebarge, if you know the story you know what I mean. The wind is blowing, come north or south I can’t be sure of anything, My watch doesn’t even tell time. I’m looking for the words to say to you as you watch me fumble around in my bag. I’m searching for the way, I don’t know if that is in, or out of your heart. I’m filed away in the stack of your crazy life along with the plans for the future you gave up for a job in the city, where you wear all black and walk too fast. You carry your umbrella like Chap Stick, and your spare change, for the parking meter, or the gal who serves you coffee at the diner. You fake to me that your living it up, in style, never been as happy, or felt as clear in the mind. I fake right back that I’m fine being a country girl, sitting like a porcelain doll on the shelf, waiting for you, or a straightening of the dress. Sometimes I think, I wouldn’t mind a new dress, a change of the clothes that you left me in. But… that’s only sometimes. You say it might rain tonight. You know I know about that. I’m up with my weather like it’s fashion. Your beautiful and I forget what I want to say, you continue to talk of it being gray. I’m cold and you know it so you offer me your jacket. How can I deny the kindness you deliver like a bouquet of flowers to the room where I’m sick in love, wondering when you will take me off the shelf and love me. The storm comes in, and no one can hear the things we have said over tea in the little blue shop, where you rest your hand on mine. And in that quiet second I can’t hear you either. When the storm is gone I give you back your jacket. You set off… back toward the city and I take off my sweater and wipe the rain out of my eyes. ------------ About the author: Mechele Cassells is 22. One day she will own her own radio station, write a couple books and get married. In the meantime she'll just play guitar, drink coffee, and eat dictionaries. That's the life! http://profiles.myspace.com/users/16940497 Email: mecheolight@aol.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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