Know-how

I remembered his cats today, and I remembered how much I had been fond of them. I used to speak to them every day. I would insist that he leave the light on when he shut them away in the bathroom to eat. I would often lie on the dusty red persian-style rug to let them sniff and snuggle. And I always said hello or goodbye when I came and went.

Is the light ever on now? Does he still tease you and give you a silly voice? Who lies on the rug with them? Does she love them as much as I did? Oh, I hope so.

I even remembered leaving them their very own message on the voice-mail once. I paused this morning and sent them my affection through some abstract energy fields that may or may not exist. Then, thinking that he would surely be at work by now, I picked up the phone and called his number. I smiled a little, imagining them bundled up somewhere as the ringing sound pierced the otherwise silent appartment. I hadn't said hello in so long...

Somedays, like today, I make up my own world with its own rules and know-how, which somehow make sense to me. It's like I took one long stride into adulthood, but left the other foot back in 1985...

Riding on this know-how
Never been here before
Peculiarly entrusted
Possibly that's all
Is history recorded?
Does someone have a tape?
Surely, I'm no pioneer
Constellations stay the same

Just a little bit of danger
When intriguingly
Our little secret
Trusts that you trust me
'Cause no one will ever know
That this was happening
So tell me why I listen
When nobody's talking