Gabe’s House

- Betwixt: Phase III - Poem II -

I got there late, and the back door squeaked,

A cat walks across the path where we both used to sneak

The vents smelled of heat and weed,

His brother's high, constantly on repeat

The floor was cluttered, clothes askew,

From the nights we had between me and you

Our love ran deep,

In tangled limbs of sheets and sleep

The beast went high all night through the ceiling so low,

We kissed beneath the TV’s faint glow

Most of the time, it was just us alone,

A borrowed world we called our own

We left for days and coffee, and brunch,

Played video games and had take-out lunch

We swayed in the silence all night long,

After my showers, I’d come to turn down your song

I never knew it’d be the last time I’d visit Gabe’s house,

When you packed your boxes and found remnants of Cathy’s toy mouse

Will you pack up my things,

Or store them away like I was some one-night fling?

The plaster will crack, and the curtains will fall,

If not us, they’ll remember what happened between our hundreds of calls

The echoes will cling in the corners of light,

Like Bud’s hair that flew like a spring kite

No matter how much you scrub or wash away the memories,

I’ll still have the amp plugin on my keys

And when you're in your new place,

Will you call me over to remember my face?

The smoke will stain, and the doors will be run-through,

Nothing can take away from the fact that what was between us was all true

It was messy, warm, and full of grace,

When I found my heart at Gabe’s place