I remember the guy
Who moved in after you
He worked at Clive & Martin
Downtown
And he was excited
To get to live
So close the highway
Remember when he told us
His whole life
Was work and rock climbing?
Work and rock climbing
I took you out
For margaritas
After you handed over
The keys
And you talked about
The next year
And how once it was done
You might just come back
Because you couldn’t see yourself
Living in St. Paul forever
I had just started
Seeing Jay
And you were teasing me
That he was going
To be the one
Because all of a sudden
I was smiling all the time
And answering phone calls again
You didn’t know
I was going to call you
The day after
Your boss talked to you
About the transfer
And tell you
That I wasn’t going anywhere
With Jay
That I only wanted
To go somewhere
With you
Timing is everything
Timing is usually
Where you and I
Couldn’t
Get it together
It’s not uncommon
To look at your life
Next to somebody else’s
Shifting future
And think that yours is stagnant
That you should do something
To shake things up
My sister told me
I should propose to Jay
That’s how she handles
Feeling trapped
She traps herself even more
In big announcements
‘That’s one way
To scare him off’
But she’s probably right
In thinking
That he’d say ‘Yes’
He and I both know
Where this could go
If we were open to it
The night before
That guy who liked
Work and rock climbing
Moved in
We had that hurricane
And I drove to your house
Hail threatening
To come through my windshield
I don’t know why
I went there
You had called me
To tell me
Your lights were out
And the next thing I knew
I was in the car
Parked
Across the street
From you
The power was down all over
And I thought about
Knocking on your door
Surprising you
Telling you
That I wanted to come in
That I wanted
To keep you company
That the two of us
Could sit in the dark
And tell each other
Everything
Starting with what
We’d miss
I wanted to say
I would miss you
But I sat in the car
And then
When the rain let up
I saw the lights
Come back on
And I knew
It was time
To go home
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