Speaking of Things

A Bottle Of Water

He is in denial, but I know how much he needs me.

We weren’t always like this. We used to be close. We went together everywhere. He couldn’t go an hour without touching his lips to mine… Until Miss Hooch came in his life. And he began to forget about me. More and more.

On weekdays, he slogs at work all day and eats junk with her every evening. On weekends, he prances around the town with her. The obsession is such, nowadays, days go by before he even thinks of me.

He still needs me. More than he thinks he does. More than he knows.

Those excruciating new headaches, those cramps in his calves, that taut skin on his hands, his hair that scratch his face like bristles, the mysterious pain in his gut… Do you think that’s by accident? No sir, that’s her presence and my absence in his life. 

The truth is he misses me. His insides miss me. Terribly. And they will tear at him sooner or later. Unless…

Unless he came back and held me to his lips once again. 

And yes, I can learn to co-exist with his new friend. He will just have to give me back my place in his life too. Only then can his pain begin to wash away…

-A bottle of water.