Brunch With Ryan
Arianne Nellessen
[aris2002@hotmail.com]
Ryan, what a strange man...
Yet I find myself so attracted to him it almost hurts.
I often wonder what he's thinking;
Wonder what he'll say or do next.
He's the kind of guy you want to sit down to a never-ending brunch with.
I could look at him for hours and never truly get the whole picture of him.
Tall, lanky, lovely.
He takes me cruising sometimes,
and it's as if all my worries fade away.
Time stands still,
and it's only him and his damn cheesy Christmas music...
all year round...
We could be best friends if we wanted,
but we like it how it is...
I think...
No commitments, no worrying...
Just Tuesday nights with Ryan, and my algebra book.
Silly boy, silly girl,
we can never make up our minds.
How do we want it?
If we lived in the 50's we'd be like Marilyn Monroe and Joe Dimagio...
I'd sing, and he'd try to let in a little comic relief.
Sometimes I steal a moment,
and it's just Ryan and me.
Maybe someday I'll steal a day or week or month,
and we can sit down to that never-ending brunch and talk.
Talk of life, love, whatever.
Silly man, silly woman.
We are two lost souls trapped inside a snow dome.
Finally the last flake falls...
Then he shakes me up again.
Damn exasperating man,
it would be all to soon before afternoon came
and brunch would turn to lunch...
and given time turned to
stolen moments over an algebra book.
Poem © 2000 Arianne Nellessen, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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This piece is not too well constructive, I wrote it late one night after pondering who the hell
this Ryan character was, and what he meant to me. It means a lot to me, though rhyming
and cool things like alliteration and personification would be cool, I like this odd piece of
poetry very much without them. This poem is so Ryan, he is so loose, and free. He
wouldn't care about rhyming.
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