"What do you believe in, Emily?" "I believe in connecting."

"There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul."
-Edith Wharton

Ever felt like that? I'm celebrating that connection today.
October 10, 2008

"Pretty"
I am your pretty ex-girlfriend...
You are far away.
Far away-six minutes down the street...
the distance of nothing more to say.

Tonight I watched that movie
we planned to watch together
The star looked like you
The other looked like me.

It's your birthday on Friday
I'm sending you flowers
A stranger will knock on your front door
Cause I can't be there
I'm not invited
I'll sit home... and be pretty alone.

I am your pretty ex-best friend
And you are memorized.
I've memorized your dreams
I've memorized your fears
and your face when we said goodbye.

Tonight I remembered
the candles we burned together
I hummed Van Morrison
while you kissed me.

It's your birthday on Friday

I called our friends to remind them

so they can be me

They're taking you to a movie

and I'm not invited

So I'll sit home... and be pretty alone.

I can say or do or wear or be anything
That is your gift to me
With you I am a queen
And from your eyes

I am the most beautiful creature you've ever seen.

I am pretty-your pretty ex-girlfriend

Pretty...

...that's what you said.

Cute in pink
feminine in purple
sexy in red

Tonight I'm wearing blue
the color of the lonely
but I feel close to you
You are alive in me.

Happy Birthday
My gift is my distance
six minutes of street- we understand
that I can't drive there
uninvited
So I'll sit home...

...and feel pretty alone.