Underneath words

Someone talked about you today. They talked about what you like and why you like it. They described in every little detail the place where you live and they told me that I would love it. They assured me that I would feel happy if only I could walk the streets that you now call yours. I let them know about the promise I made to myself long ago to never ever follow your steps. They must have not heard me because they went on talking about the tepid evenings that open tenderly the way to your nights. They said that your city is not the biggest but it is certainly the most cosmopolitan and thriving. They explained all the reasons you have for keeping a smile on your face. They told me they were sure you would receive me with open arms… I tried to explain that you and me simply don’t fit into the same place, but I guess the plan was making to much noise for my words to be heard. Because you see, suddenly it was all about a plan, they were making plans for me to move into your space. They dared use ‘when’ instead of ‘if’, ‘when you go’ not ‘if you go’. ‘When’ became the oracle that predicted that sooner or later I would end up where you are. There was no cigar smoke, no crystal ball. There wasn’t a tarot deck, no conch shells. As though calling upon your phantom could be done without the proper material. I understood by then that it was better to quit any resistance so I took my hands off my ears and let the words carry me away to you.

There was someone talking today. They thought they were talking about a place, a city. They didn’t know it was clear and plain they were talking about you.