So Good To See You, I Missed To You So Much

That is a lyric from one of my favorite bands, Tool, from the song, “Third Eye” that I vividly recall listening to on my SONY CD Player at full volume with my cheap ass headphones that bled more that I did on my first period. What a time I left behind.

Surfing the television for something to watch became listless and boring again. Keeping herself busy to shake off the constant unease and excitement of seeing him for the first time after so long. To see his eyes again, to hear his laugh again, to see his smile. It had been so long, almost three years, since he had gone into the military. It had been something he had wanted to do for so long. She was weary of the whole thing, but she didn’t want to stop him. He asked her to come with him but she couldn’t. Who knew that wanting to be a forensics pathologist would be so hard?

         Looking at the television became more pointless than a blind man watching a sunset. She got up and began pacing around the apartment, checking her watch every nano-second. His plane was going to land around 5 pm, he was supposed to come earlier, but he had called and said there was some problem with a passenger on a plane. It wasn’t his, but it was worth delaying the entire terminal. It was now going on at 6 pm, and the excitement she had first felt on the day he called to tell her he was coming home made her drunk with happiness.

         Busying herself even better, she went into the kitchen and pulled out a Bud, screwed off the top with her hand, and drank it straight down like it was water. It mid-guzzle the doorbell rang.

“What the…” she said to herself.

         Even though it wasn’t heavy liquor, it made her forget sometimes. Even one of the most exciting moments in her life. It rang again. She walked over to the door, unlocked the locks, and at the moment she turned the doorknob, she remembered. The light from the hallway added to the half-lapse of memory. It had been so long, anyone else probably wouldn’t have recognized him, but if it weren’t for those eyes of his, there would be no mistake about it. Her breathing became light, and the beer bottle still in her hand also became that so. No words came out of either of them. There didn’t have to be words said. The bag that was loosely hung over his shoulder and the bag in his hand fell to the floor. Her bottle, the same. They braced each other in a tight hug and kissed passionately that making them both want to cry.

         See, there are words people say when they say goodbye and also when they say hello. Tears may be shed, maybe not. But there were no words they could say to each other but a kiss that said,

“So good to see you. I missed you so much.”

© 2002 DiRtY