Back in my high school days, you sat with me on the bus once or twice. We must have lived near enough to each other, then. That route wasn’t very long.
Quiet fellow, I can’t remember for the life of me what we talked about. Maybe nothing. Maybe we just sat in silence. I’m pretty sure you were in the same year as me. You were always so quiet, seemed so alone, you were like background scenery that no one ever noticed.
It was large and hefty in my hand.
Glossy and black, more shell than screen, it felt
solid in my palm.
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The universe inhales softly
They look at you with wonder
You’re gently blessed with what they will
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You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
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We walk together
I’m squinting under the high afternoon sun
While you’re shielded by the brim of your hat
I’m not saying much but
I’m hanging on your every word
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I’ll meet you there someday
At the crossroads under a full moon
We’ll take a moment to pause
Barely breathing in our excitement
Remembering days long gone
That once seemed so banal
But somehow feel precious now in the dark
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The deep black brought me another
In its chemically-induced night under the sun
Unlike the last, this one more recent
And rather than lightly sad
This one bitter
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Songs can really rewind us.
Isn’t it funny sometimes, the things that our brain decides to retain for us, without our conscious choosing?
Our first convention, I forget the exact year but it was at least two decades ago…
Memories of those I hate
Or hated
Still walk into the room some evenings
Looking, somehow, as shocked to see me
As I am angry to see them
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