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Lesson Learned

written by: Christina Strigas

@christinastriga

 

You once told me

'you're my lesson learned'

or some other nonsense

that upon hindsight

deciphers how your soul

is as blind as mine.

I rarely keep my eyes closed

watched a movie

in a catatonic state

only to wake up to analyze

the ending in a forty-five minute

discussion about Mexican cartel.

I taught high school,

adults, children

all those degrees on the wall

are some type of lessons

I carry with me to the cafes

we used to visit

across the university campus

where a Philosophy major met

an English major

and we never stopped talking

you could never kiss me

you loved me too much.

You tried that one time

to invite me to a party

but I said no.

I was lying on my bed

with the telephone wire

wrapped around my finger

Depeche Mode was playing on my turntable

and you said

'c'mon, bring your friends.'

My friends had no place with yours.

We were a semester of illusion

discussions

as you played me the guitar

I sat on your bed

and you talked about Descartes

and when I ran into you at Loyola Campus

you came running down the stairs

to stop me

'come see what I've written now,'

you said,

come sit with me a while.

'I have class,'

I said.

But we both knew,

our time passed

and you had me on your bed

your roommate gone

and believe me I waited.

Christina Strigas

Christina Strigas

I write because I have no other choice. I write because I have stories to tell and poems like film slides in my mind.
Christina Strigas

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