Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Harold Says Hello
I know you see me. I know what you think about me. I really don't care. I sit here, like a rock in a river--no one pays any attention, they just rush around me. And every day, a woman walks by--long, flowing brown hair, or those startling blues, or even just a whiff of the right perfume--and I think it's her. I know it can't be, but, God, do I wish it were. I try to drown myself in whiskey--my poison of choice--and I think that it'll dull my memory of her. Maybe, just maybe, I'll forget about her for a while. I've been thinking that for five long years. You'd figure I'd have learned by now. But I haven't. I guess that some people just learn habits, and then--well, can't unlearn them.
Ah, you don't need to hear all the sorry details of the story. I mean, I started trying to forget, and I couldn't, and then I stopped caring. You know, good job down the tubes, my family gave up after a while, and my friends...well, they never did get it, anyway. So, I kept pouring the whiskey. I kept looking for her. Heck, I still do sometimes. And eventually...here I am, the star of 19th Ave.
But God, was she beautiful. And I don't mean the knock-you-down-with-a-stick model-type chick. I mean an honest-to-goodness beautiful, quirky person. She had her faults, but when she walked into a room, BAM! You couldn't see anything wrong with her. Heck, you couldn't see anything BUT her. That was the love of a lifetime. Unbelievable, that one. I couldn't see it, though, you know? I mean, what in the world was this beautiful woman doing with ME? Yeah, well, I guess that after a while...she couldn't see it, either. Just...up and vanished one day. No note. No stuff. No nothing.
You know, this stuff just knocks you right out. You can't remember a thing in the morning: no dreams, no nothing. And sometimes, it's just too cold out here to sleep. No dreams that way, either. I don't mind. I don't dream, I don't see her. I don't see her, she can't leave me again. Listen, I know it's time to move on, but sometimes the heart just won't let go. What can you do?
Oh, and...if you happen to see a tall, stunning woman named Vanessa with long, flowing brown hair, startling blue eyes, with the scent of lavender dust around her, just tell her...Harold says hello.