![]() The sun was still shining and I had no reason to return home yet. I decided to phone my old friend from Denver who lives near and devise another plan for the evening. I wonder if she will entertain my company without reservation, only time will tell. We talked of hanging out again but our schedule may not permit for some time. We walked to her unkempt sedan and she gave me a ride back downtown. Dog walking is her profession since her departure from the world of corporate accounting. ![]() She needed to leave soon having obligations to housesit and watch pets. Afterwards we walked to a nearby record store and browsed while talking about music and interests. Both of us having spent a lot of time in Denver we could relate on much but I felt there was an elephant in the room. We walked to our happy hour destination and shared Nacho's while drinking "Colorado Kool-Aid". Being 34 with no marriage or children under her belt she feels that therapy is essential to figuring this out. She said I need to get the rebounding out of the way and explained that she too is struggling with commitment. ![]() I agreed with her take but could not read her as well as I had hoped. She was very open in saying I should play the field and not have a serious relationship. I explained my recent challenges to get the topic of divorce out of the way before we left for Mexican food. Brittany arrived and we chatted over IPA's. I walked to the bus stop while smoking my pipe and caught the number 40 from downtown to a trendy neighborhood up north.Īfter I stepped off I found myself amongst the overgrown players of games and drinkers of fine beer. ![]() Russ invited me to his show that night but I had plans to meet a girl at a board game pub. After talk of language and culture we disembarked. One was 17 and the other was 18 but I am sure they knew better than to play into his hand. These girls were in America from Germany attending college. Russ imposed himself and tried to impress them with his musical endeavors. Behind us sitting on the Ferry were two young girls working on a puzzle. He told me of his travels from Massachusetts and pending divorce. As fellow passengers climb aboard I met a 27 year old traveling musician named Russ carrying his cajòn. My backpack ready for anything, I left for a voyage across the pond. I remembered I was supposed to be at home You showed me way more than you have ever told me I lay in your bed alone, hoping that we weren't We thought your mom was coming in (******* your cat) The fact that your mom didn't know made every feeling that much stronger My coat was gone and suddenly so were my inhibitions It was as if I was naked, my arms were the parts of me that no one had seen I did not think that taking off my coat could Knows how the empty side of my bed whispers his name His love is true, her love is ever growing How that killed her bit by bit every moment ![]() As my heart throbs of pain, my life is over and I am free, at 2am.ĭancing 'till their bodies taste like rain I can see my reflection even in the darkness. I hate them because you used to run your fingers across them.Ģam I grab the weapon of death. Now all I have is oxygen filling the space where you would look at me and say, "I love you."Ģam how did I end up this way? I open my hands and see my veins. Therefore it will sound drunken, but I do not care because it reminds me of you.Ģam where did you go? You used to be right next to me. Transparent you is very rude.Īt 2am I will sing this tune I do not know. It's a mantra that won't stop repeating itself, and I love it.Ģam I look into my sheets. It isn't familiar, but it somehow describes everything I'm feeling, even right down to its melody.Ģam I don't know who I am but all I know is I need a friend.Īt 2am I will play this song until my head can't take it anymore. 2am is when the wolves call for me and I die slowly.Ģam is when I end up sacrificing myself to you, so I can finally be quiet.Ģam is when I won't fall asleep because all I have is this window to keep me company.Ģam I look and see a tumbleweed in the streets, wandering aimlessly.Ģam a song comes on the radio. ![]()
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