| | Before the blackout she was the last thing on my mind. Funny because I wear a reminder of her around my wrist. We're driving, destination unknown. Perhaps the future. I'm sitting up front, I'm your passenger. I'm looking back but I don't have to turn far. You're already leaning forward in your seat staring at me. A warm & innocent look with a half smile on. Your trademark grin. We're both children & it's like we've known each other since birth. But this memory is something my mind has made up. An illusion I haven't had the privilege to live. And the journey seems short lived. Our mysterious chauffeur sends me to a more recent place. Tearing me from my childhood so to speak & away from your penetrating ice cool gaze. I find myself in a house that's familiar, though I've never been here before. A home to squatters & hippies in the eyes of any ignorant American. Everyone is lost in their own conversation. Greens are passed around to smoke, records are being fingered & selected. You're pacing back & forth a drink in hand. Arguing with an ex who doesn't agree with your choices. But for me it's news that couldn't make me any happier. Your request, that we move in together. Everyone has those dreams where upon waking you find yourself expecting. Like a gift you received while sleeping you're disappointed not to find waiting for you in the real world. A tease of a reality. |
| | Posted 8/17/2009 5:37 PM - 3 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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