Stories from a Bambusbaer

McDonald's parking lot Past midnight We talked for hours So many topics Mostly about you, about me We talked about us What happened between us How we used to be together How all of a sudden, everything fell apart I miss you, I said I know you miss me too You reached my finger Put them between yours We finally made up Your ice cream cone was finished Mine was melted in the cup I savor it little by little while talking with you I love it when you wear your glasses, you said I smiled I love seeing your big brown eyes, I said quietly Illuminated by the street light We gaze into each other's eyes Understanding the depth of what we felt at this moment You said you wanted to kiss me I gave you a peck on your cheek You smile I found your dimple was so cute So I want to kiss you, too I pulled your collar to get you closer Your lips met mine Tasted like a gummy bear Vanilla, like the ice cream you just finished Smell a little bit of tobacco, like our cigarettes It was sweet, it was tende...

  It was a hurricane in my mind. A very big storm. Dark clouds. Destroying everything cannot be controlled. I felt like a shipwreck in the ocean. No crew. Floating around. No direction, following wherever the stream goes. Without any purpose. Without any destination. Waiting for the holes to be filled. Maybe it will sink eventually.  Whatever. I don’t even care anymore.  Strangely, It was only when you held my hand that, all of a sudden, the storm was quiet. It stopped spinning around and showing tantrums. It wasn’t clear. But it was something.  It wasn’t completely bright, but I could see a glimpse of sunshine peeking through the cloudy sky.  “I like you.” You said.  I didn’t answer. We both stayed in the car for the longest I could remember.  You stroked your thumb over mine. It was dark.  We stayed still as the cars on the street passed by.   I couldn’t look you in the eye for long.  It was calm, almost too quiet, that I started to qu...