I was sipping sweet sorrow
right through his broken arrow.
Silly thoughts of sometime last January:
We proclaimed our willingness to leave
our lovers in padded karaoke kissing booths–
Then, shared more than a glass or two
behind frosted windows.
I still see him whenever I please,
but his pillow hair is made of dreams.
I said ‘goodnight’ after you took my mind for a ride,
but you always run when I’m what you find.
Shaking next to me, just a boy and girl on a floor,
Finally kissing, and not for the first time.
I can never know “what if,”
only guess while I drive home.
Here’s hoping I’m still in your head,
making your dreams tonight.
You’re on stage screaming not like when we’re talking tables away. Can you guess? Yes, I still feel the same, age might never change that. I’m waiting here for you to finish, to find the things that without, you couldn’t go on. Having a perfect girl, a perfect world. Perfect world. Perfect girl. We’re not living in that world, yet. Before it’s done I think we both deserve a goodbye kiss. I’m screaming, screaming again for no reason. Sun at my back, helicopter leaves trailing, I’ve left my scent, not much more but I’ll be back, I always am, for more… more… screaming… of your… perfect world… perfect girl…
I laughed at you
you smiled back,
and all I wanted
was to take a nap.
You make me feel
like we are ten,
and we are sneaking
out again.
I lose many minutes,
dreaming of you,
and many more thinking,
“how impossible…”
“…true.”
I wish it were different,
with a tinge of the same.
Same smile, different meaning,
real kiss, not a dream.
