Looking past the vehicular tableau I longed to tell you that the white two-wheels that you pedal - the one with a pearly sheen - scores you better points than the cherry red schmuck of a car... but since the kitsch was part of the deal, I didn't.
Walking into weather, I looked out from the corridor we once stalked and was reminded of those weeks of intensive barley-drinking sessions. How we must've helped raise barley sales by many folds during then.
I almost smiled as I recalled how it never did make sense to me how barley was the drink of choice. I much preferred water. Just water, chilled, with mint leaves - but I guess barley's wholesome and was an appropriate accompaniment to an uncomplicated company in an uncomplicated time.
A little like kung-fu tea to chessmasters who play chess in the misty mountains - the very ones who never did bother to shave. Only they drank kung-fu tea and we drank barley.
Perhaps we were like those friends, just youthful: we enjoyed our banter and they enjoyed their quiet chess.
Only you said that it was bad. Bad because outside of the plenteous laughter and the lot of zing, we had nothing much to say.
We both knew that nobody talks all the time.
You wanted wine without first crushing the grape and I saw that, you didn't. Or did.
I gave you wine regardless, and you drank. Then you told me please keep pouring, but no promises I'd take the bottle from you.
..only it wasn't wine it was barley. Thus while the barley and battery lasted, I poured.
And so we came to the bottom of the cup.
So it goes, so life goes.
And so I arrive, home, for that drink of water. Just water - chilled, with mint leaves - for I have no barley left.
I do, however, have whiskey. And that, I'm not sharing.
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*This is a piece from a year ago, written during a heartbreak with a beautiful someone. We're okay now, and remain friends. In fact, I'm thankful that he's spawned the inspiration for beauty in words.
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