Prompt: “Ten long years.”
My neighbor moved away, after
Living Ten Long Years in Apt 8…
Except, as he was packing and I
Was wiping away shocked tears, it
Didn’t seem like a long time at all.
We had an on-and-off relationship
Better than most friends, neighbors.
I disagreed with his politics, spiritual
Beliefs, and what seemed to me his
Contradictory principles. And his
Arrogant, egocentric, self-aggrandizing
“All about him” focus drove me nuts
Most days…but we had a similar sense
Of humor and level of intelligence, with
Ability to communicate fairly well.
A lot of the same things bugged the
Heck out of both of us—there were
Plenty external issues to trigger rants.
Sometimes he was a real butt-head…
Others, he could be generous, helpful
And he was a good listener when he
Wasn’t talking about himself.
I’m no saint…he said I could be a “handful”.
There was no “attraction” to each
Other, the kind that can mess up
A friendship…and he’d eat literally
Anything I cooked, a boon to this
I assumed he’d live here forever…
That we’d grow old together, me
Upstairs…him, in the apartment below.
Our favorite saying was that something/
Someone was taking, or had taken
“Forever and a day”…to which the
Respondent would add, “it’s that
Day following that does you in”.
Ten years, learning to know and
Tolerate each other…of respect…
Familiarity, like old shoes. Ten years
Wasn’t long…not long enough.
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