Love Over Orange Chicken with Rice
12.11.01
We sat in the back of the empty restaurant
Drinking Coronas and chit-chatting about nothing in particular
Arranging our money into neat piles
Another day, another dollar, you say
And i nod
I look up to ask you if you have 2 tens for a twenty,
And our eyes lock.
It catches me off guard, and i forget what i was asking,
It came out something like "Do you have 2 tens for a five?"
and you just laugh at me.
For the first time in a very long time,
Someone found a way to jumpstart my happiness
Without the aid of chemicals or fingers that tickle
And it scared/delighted/intrigued me all at the same time.
We started to talk about dreams
And it occurred to me that for once in my life,
Someone was listening to me
My orange chicken was getting cold,
And i threw you a penny for your thoughts while i started to eat my dinner
I wasn't prepared to hear what you told me
And i almost choked on my Jasmine rice
You told me that i looked beautiful,
Sitting there in my uniform covered in stains,
With my hair falling out of its ponytail
And my eyeshadow smudged
Beautiful,
All my energy drained, all my brightness faded
Beautiful.
I start to laugh because the idea of me looking anything even remotely beautiful right now is just ridiculous,
But my laughter is interupted when you lean over the table and kiss me...
Right there between mouthfuls of chicken and rice
Between the moment where you told me your biggest dream and i told you mine...
And then
We just smile, both of us
There's nothing to say, really
Words would have ruined that moment
So we just go back to quietly counting our money,
And fuzzy thoughts of he and i hang in the air
While my mind races and i try to think about how i will describe it later,
When i sit down at my computer late at night and try to document the one happy moment i had this December...
And all i come up with to remember it by
Is the way the kiss tasted faintly like orange chicken,
And the blissful thought about how every time i eat it,
I will remember him.
12.11.01
We sat in the back of the empty restaurant
Drinking Coronas and chit-chatting about nothing in particular
Arranging our money into neat piles
Another day, another dollar, you say
And i nod
I look up to ask you if you have 2 tens for a twenty,
And our eyes lock.
It catches me off guard, and i forget what i was asking,
It came out something like "Do you have 2 tens for a five?"
and you just laugh at me.
For the first time in a very long time,
Someone found a way to jumpstart my happiness
Without the aid of chemicals or fingers that tickle
And it scared/delighted/intrigued me all at the same time.
We started to talk about dreams
And it occurred to me that for once in my life,
Someone was listening to me
My orange chicken was getting cold,
And i threw you a penny for your thoughts while i started to eat my dinner
I wasn't prepared to hear what you told me
And i almost choked on my Jasmine rice
You told me that i looked beautiful,
Sitting there in my uniform covered in stains,
With my hair falling out of its ponytail
And my eyeshadow smudged
Beautiful,
All my energy drained, all my brightness faded
Beautiful.
I start to laugh because the idea of me looking anything even remotely beautiful right now is just ridiculous,
But my laughter is interupted when you lean over the table and kiss me...
Right there between mouthfuls of chicken and rice
Between the moment where you told me your biggest dream and i told you mine...
And then
We just smile, both of us
There's nothing to say, really
Words would have ruined that moment
So we just go back to quietly counting our money,
And fuzzy thoughts of he and i hang in the air
While my mind races and i try to think about how i will describe it later,
When i sit down at my computer late at night and try to document the one happy moment i had this December...
And all i come up with to remember it by
Is the way the kiss tasted faintly like orange chicken,
And the blissful thought about how every time i eat it,
I will remember him.
