The Us Now Poem by Hnor Shoom

THEN:
The night you went around telling people we were soul mates.
You dragged me by my ecstasy and made your way through unfamiliar faces.
You walked up to complete strangers in an attempt to be what we can never be around the proverbial.
US
We were Ruffians.
Hand in Hand whiskey in the other.
Holding onto our glasses tighter than each other’s hands.
May be I needed the drink as much as I wanted your hand.
May be you needed a drink just to hold my hand.
“I want this night to be Embarrassing” you said.
Embarrassing was good.
People usually don’t remember embarrassing things.
The memory goes to a place in your brain, where it’s locked and ignored beyond the time and space fabric.
But it was calming.
The idea of dumping the remains of this night,
Right next to where you’ve locked our love.
NOW:
You are what heavens made up of. The paint that dyed it blue.
Blue is ALSO the color of your eyes, Blue is but all it rejects.
You smell of babies and sex.
I don’t know what babies smell like, but if ever I GET one. I want IT to smell of you.
Coming to think of it.
Babies and Sex is all I ever wanted from you.