We moved to Amsterdame in the 90s before it was cool. We were lucky to get a
house
near a canal. It’s nice place for the
kids
. And for us too. We made it look nice planting flowers around the front. And we don’t really have a front garden so there we just put a bench. In the summer the first months we sat on it everyday until the night. Then in winter we made excuses to stay there so we were tired in the morning. There’s marks from dropped cigarettes and stains from cups wet with condensation. Lately though we don’t use the bench. I am not sure why. I guess when we got the large bike for the kids we had to lock that somewhere. And there’s no way to put it in the back garden because we use it so much. Then our friends maybe had to move, the houses were worth so much it would be stupid not to sell. Then there was the fights although they weren’t necessarily fights, like we didn’t argue, but after maybe we just didn’t want to talk about that area anymore. We had a map then laying out things that were allowed and weren’t. We spent days traversing from allowed topic to another, and over the years we went through every combination. This brings us to now, and the map is still there but lately I don’t really care. Idk what came over me but I felt like I had to destroy it. So I moved the bike in the back and I’m sitting on the bench, it’s a bright day with clouds dotting a blue sky. The sun is warm on my face and my glass cold. And I’m waiting for him.
