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By Jon Date: 2002 Jun 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.04.13.22.8287]] |
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browsing through my computer files I found an old word document titled "I don't know." I opened it up and it was a "poem" we had written together. I read through it and smiled and tried to hold back a joyful/sorrowful tear or two. I don't know By Jon and Lynda I don't know what I'm writing But I sure feel like biting But I'm going to try rhyming So don't you go crying So...I don't know So just go with the flow And I know a girl that could blow Because my daddy said so Oh no.. I don't know. I remember the exact moment we wrote that poem together. We were in my dorm and we were finally all alone and you had to study for your midterms the next day so you were on my computer surfing the net for reseach websites and databases. I was on my bed procrastinating as usual reading a collection of Robert Frosts greatest works. "You know I hate you Jon." you said throwing a pillow at me. "I love you too." "No seriously, for all the reading you do you barely even study but you're still managing to maintain a higher GPA than me!" "I'm sorry, but I do what works, and not studying works. Besides I actually pay attention in class. I have a photographic memory. I remember things in pictures and words. I can see the information in my brain. If you think about it we both have a Pentium 3 CPU but yours runs at measly 500mhz and mine is at an astonishing 1.5 GHZ. I just can't help it, I'm that fast." I said smiling "You know, you really need to stop pretending like you're a computer science major and just stick to Biology. If you have a photographic memory how will you remember me?" "Remember the first day I met you?" "Yeah, it was like 4 in the morning." "Yeah that was sort of a weird meeting up time, anyway, I had never seen you before and this was my first blind date but my friend forced me to go and I was scared as hell. I was sitting in the parking lot of McDonalds waiting for you in my car and then all of a sudden you appear right in front of me. My headlights were on and it fully illuminated your entire body and face. The way the light hit you and just the sheer beauty of you hit me all at once. I thought I had known what true beauty was before you and in that second I knew I had my concept of beauty all wrong...beauty is you. That is how I will remember you." "I love you Jon." "And I hate you too Lynda." "Come here let's write a poem together yeah?" "Sure." You got up and motioned for me to sit down on the chair and you got on top of my lap, looked back and gave me a single kiss that sent me shivering. "How was that?" "I dont know..." "Hehe we should use that as the title of our poem." We began to write the poem laughing the whole way through. Trying our best to rhyme, but it was 3 in the morning and that was the best that our midtermed out brains could come up with. We finally finished it and laughed and labeled it a true masterpiece. And today I found the poem on my computer. I wanted to cry, but I didn't have the tears. I wanted to laugh, but I wouldn't. I wanted to call you, but I knew I shouldn't I wanted to stop loving you, but I couldn't. And I will remember you this way...always. |