Is anybody listening...?
The air is stiff
and warm.
I ride with my family
through the still
night to God knows
where. The suns
rays hit my face.
It's night yet
the sun is still
there. It always
is, just like that
memory of you.
I think where
we were at this
time one year or so ago.
My car of yours?
I don't remember;
it's not important,
it never was,
you like to drive
more, maybe you
were scared of my
driving, I don't
know why.
I remember now,
where we were;
It was that show
up the street from
your house, by the
Grocery store where
I exchanged my coins
for cash. It was
cold that night
despite the sun.
My car kept fogging
up. Yes, it was my car,
I remember, with
the red upholstery.
The club where the
show was cost you
10 dollars to get
us in, I only had
a 20 I think,
I never did pay
you back, I'll
give you the 5
next time I see
you. The club was
stuffy and smelled
of smoke and alcohol,
like a high-school
party. The stage was
small with its
little actors jumping
and banging out
hideous riffs and
tunes that weighed
in the air. I
wanted to hold you,
you never did
like PDA, I never
cared. It ended
early, I remember
now, you were
angry at something,
I don't remember
why. I took your
hand in the car;
it was always
my way of telling
you I'm there
always, I don't
think you ever
realized that, It
doesn't matter, it
never did. We
went back to your
house after that,
it was a short drive
and the night was young.
I had candy in my
car, sour straws that
made you pucker when
you took the first
lick. We sat and
ate them, they were your
favorite, and talked;
I loved your voice,
I still do. I miss
it talking me to
sleep, It doesn't
matter now.
You wrote on my
windows, you loved
doing that, and
I loved you for
it. Your parents weren't
home so we couldn't
go inside, I remember
that's why we stayed
in my car. They pulled
up at some time in
some car, probably the
goldish one, they
got rid of it I think;
its been a while since
I've talked to them.
You didn't want to
kiss me after
that, but you did.
That's the thing I
miss most about you,
those kisses. I don't
remember breathing
during them, or
my heart beating,
It didn't matter,
it never did.
slife...
and warm.
I ride with my family
through the still
night to God knows
where. The suns
rays hit my face.
It's night yet
the sun is still
there. It always
is, just like that
memory of you.
I think where
we were at this
time one year or so ago.
My car of yours?
I don't remember;
it's not important,
it never was,
you like to drive
more, maybe you
were scared of my
driving, I don't
know why.
I remember now,
where we were;
It was that show
up the street from
your house, by the
Grocery store where
I exchanged my coins
for cash. It was
cold that night
despite the sun.
My car kept fogging
up. Yes, it was my car,
I remember, with
the red upholstery.
The club where the
show was cost you
10 dollars to get
us in, I only had
a 20 I think,
I never did pay
you back, I'll
give you the 5
next time I see
you. The club was
stuffy and smelled
of smoke and alcohol,
like a high-school
party. The stage was
small with its
little actors jumping
and banging out
hideous riffs and
tunes that weighed
in the air. I
wanted to hold you,
you never did
like PDA, I never
cared. It ended
early, I remember
now, you were
angry at something,
I don't remember
why. I took your
hand in the car;
it was always
my way of telling
you I'm there
always, I don't
think you ever
realized that, It
doesn't matter, it
never did. We
went back to your
house after that,
it was a short drive
and the night was young.
I had candy in my
car, sour straws that
made you pucker when
you took the first
lick. We sat and
ate them, they were your
favorite, and talked;
I loved your voice,
I still do. I miss
it talking me to
sleep, It doesn't
matter now.
You wrote on my
windows, you loved
doing that, and
I loved you for
it. Your parents weren't
home so we couldn't
go inside, I remember
that's why we stayed
in my car. They pulled
up at some time in
some car, probably the
goldish one, they
got rid of it I think;
its been a while since
I've talked to them.
You didn't want to
kiss me after
that, but you did.
That's the thing I
miss most about you,
those kisses. I don't
remember breathing
during them, or
my heart beating,
It didn't matter,
it never did.
slife...