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By kevin urenda Date: 2002 Aug 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.19.17.16.9609]] |
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A familiar tune invades my mind as I walk down the street toward home. Out of someone's window, it drifts over the day like a haze that covers my mood for the moment. Every time I hear that song now I feel less and less about you, and think more and more. I feel neutral about everything. Now the tune drifts away from my senses. Catching my thoughts, almost wondering what you are doing right now... It was 'our' song, that little ditty that played on the radio the night we first made love. Now it is like paint. Every time it plays in my consciousness, it covers up with one more coat what we once had as if it were some cheap wallpaper... |