rest in me

orion shines brightly to my left when i let nikki outside for a quick lawn break -- she's a good dog, a chocolate lab with lantern eyes that beg for table scraps (i succumb without anyone knowing - save her and probably sambo (our fat cat))..
he twinkles, i tell ya' -- and the air is so clean (or maybe not -- but with the cold jabs to my lungs, it just seems clean)... tiny puffs of cold billow from my mouth - and they block the stars just for a moment, but he's still there...

and so i sit at an unknown bar - the people who owned this house before my family got a divorce. the woman who filed sold it -- said it was too big. that thought haunts me as i sit here -- they sat here. many conversations about good times, bad times, wild sex times -- strangers. strangers whose lives are completely different now that they don't have each other. they no longer can sit face to face at this pale green counter top... i'm here with a dell laptop listening to iron and wine and pedro the lion with the noise of the disney channel smothering the melodies.

roman is watching tv. roger, avidly playing counter-strike, is also trying to talk to his girlfriend, karin, over the phone -- our bird, peetree, he lets out squawks now and then -- and mom sleeps silently, but sadly.

we're all sad now and then. the people who owned this house are probably sad tonight -- they can longer see orion shining brightly to their left when they open the back door, but i can. we stole a piece of their life -- somehow i feel guilty