Pool Side

Conversations started and ended laying on the cold red brick, facing the tree limbs of South Street.  These conversations started primarily due to some form of gossip or the lack of.  Ted and Mary sat for hours discussing situations and problems that were unimportant and useless to all existance, but they needed a reason to meet.  For the talks would last late into the night, early into the morning.  The cold water rest beside them like a friend listening in on the conversation, but too afraid to interrupt.  The nights would start out with a simple call to let the other know that they were closing in on arrival.  The responder would agree with almost no emotion, for this was expected and regular.  He would pull up to his spot just passing the big oak, ending his ties with Joe and Paolo for the moment.  Hop out of the car, and Ted would head straight for the white wooden gate that separated him from the dim lit steps that drifted into the sun-heated water.  He then sat, waiting on her.  He sees her figure approaching the blinded glass.  She decides to join him, always dressing for the occasion.  Some might say they are the same, parted only by gender.  This is when they proved that theory.  Sitting down, talking quietly as if everyone was listening.  Problems were solved, and predicaments were created to be solved.  It seemed to always be generated from Ted.  He was the one with all the issues, and the funny thing is, he absolutely hated it.  Mary was too smart, she knew not to be in the situations that Ted was in.  Ted once tried to put her into one of his situations, and she quickly declined his offer.  Nights were comfortable when these two were together.  They fed off each other, their friendship was something of class.  They were not afraid to joke, but serious intentions were always present.  The fate of the world as they knew it was being discussed right there between their words.  The best thing about their conversations, eye contact was never needed.  They both felt one another's emotions, as if it was an extra layer of skin placed only for each to recognize.  Conversations were hard to end, but the time always came.  Rarely walking through doors, Ted would find his way back To Build a Home.  Leaving with both minds cleared, but not forgetting a single sentence, for these two were to last forever.