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By darwin Date: 2003 Nov 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.21.17.03.32698]] |
| I don't know where it happened, or when. What the catalyst was, or when you ever existed. Your faces are just a constant slide show in my mind, the length of a muscle in memory, a hope that was crushed at one point. I just don't know. I don't know what we talked about, or if we shared something special. Did we laugh together? Did we remember? I wonder if you looked at my hair under the lights, somehow a halo on my head. I'm no angel. If I was, I would remember your names. I would remember your walk and swagger, maybe the drawl of your words. But I can't remember your habits, what you liked for breakfast, if you even ate it. Did I sleep in your arms, or did we turn away as it so often happened. Was there a great divide between us? The cool shifting of the sheets from where our bodies didn't lie? Maybe we stared at the alarm clock all night, waiting for the seconds, minutes, hours to pass. Then we would say our awkward good-bye's. Then we would casually brush lips, as much passion between us as a dead ash and cigarette. Perhaps I spent a night smoking over you, drinking a glass of red wine. Maybe I exhaled you into a summers night. Are you out there now? Some particle in the stratosphere? Some memory molecule floating until you find some other life to remember? I don't know who you are...I don't know when you are, all I know is that you are lost lover, and my mind forgot you for a reason.... |