Aaron Vialpando Poet Prose

Her Head Was on my Shoulder

The night had been long as it was for the salvation of my trip around the sun. Extending to the 23rd hour of the other day, you were still here. Well, I just thought we were one, but it was not so. You dressed modestly, and that was a major turn-on, as I prefer modesty to gaudiness. Your eyes were starting to feel heavy as you were starting to fall asleep.
You placed your head on my shoulder as a farewell hug, the way you went home. That was the beginning of the end of our friendship. The contact we would have would be below minimal, to the point that it would take several years for him to come back around.
The change in weather did not seem to go well with me. After so many years of you not being around and getting your attention from others. At least you claimed you had the attention of others. There was no proof that you were not candid about those missing years, or amenable to no interaction between us.
Your fantasy world has become the reality of your mind, as there was never any proof of you being with anyone. If you were with anyone, then why didn't you make it known?
When you came back around, it was through strife from both of us going through negative relationships. Of course, you claimed that you were with the person before, who only treated you as a growth rate. Well, why do they never marry you?
It is possible you are lying to me.
It is possible that they saw you as nothing more than a friend.
It's possible that they had no intention of marrying you and only taking up your milk.
After many years, you finally realized that the person who had always treated you well was someone you should have chosen back when I asked you to the prom.
Your head was on my shoulder in the past. You pushed me on the cheek multiple times, but I felt rehearsed. My actions are reciprocal as part of my culture. It was not done of my own free will.
Stay true to your fantasies inside that crazy head of yours.
Go stay in the land of Narnia, as that is where your mind and heart have lived since you were a small child. Well, you are still a child in terms of maturity.

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