an enquiry · 06/10/2009 09:51 pm by Bron
“and so how’s dan, is he still enjoying his job over there?”
“yeah fine.”
“does he have a girlfriend?”
“I don’t know.”
“you’re not his girlfriend anymore are you?”
“no mum.”
“you’re just good friends.”
“yes.”
Friends. you always stuck to the idea we were never friends before we hooked up. I disagreed. I thought it was a short friendship, but all the same. Acquaintances maybe. And then it all fell apart- you said you didn’t want me as a friend. You had enough people to have coffee or see a movie with. But we tried, we patched something together, and for the most part it’s held alright.
Good friends. I guess I still think of you as my best friend, but I struggle with this a lot. How can that make any sense. You know too much, but then not nearly enough. What does that say about me?
School friends. This is how you described us to the owner of the resort in Bicheno who took our orders and seemed confused when you said you were from Canberra, and I was from Perth. I don’t know if we would even have said two words to each other in school. But better to lie one way rather than the other. just good friends.
***
(last night in Hobart)
you have questions hanging on your tongue,
I can feel them held back over my shoulder
But you will never ask
because I am not your problem any more.
As I hold my breath to stifle tears
all you do is say ‘your heart is beating really fast’
But you will never ask why
because you don’t really want to know.
And you will wake up spritely tomorrow morning
and bounce out of bed, because it’s
a new day
and how can I blame you for that.
