He felt a hard bone bounce against his shoulder
Subway pushing was his favorite form of human contact
She quietly apologized for getting in the way
He looked at her as her eyes pleaded for forgiveness
It was her, it was her.
She had new freckles on her face
Possibly from a series of summer vacations
Her stomach had expanded just a little
Enough to know that she could no longer fit in her size 0
Lines speckling the area around her eyes
Of course, he had aged in these past ten years too
His hair was a little thinner than he would like
His face starting the aging process
Still wearing the jeans he had when they had met
He looked down at her left hand
Still no ring… Or maybe a removed ring
His hand was bare too
LAST STOP OF THE LINE
Both of them exited the train
Somehow, despite the raucous, they stayed together
They followed each other
Afraid to admit they wanted to be together
He wondered if this was even the stop she intended to get off at
She clutched at her pocketbook as she hurried to follow
THE DEATH TRAP
A depressing name for a depressing bar
She sat four stools down from him
He had a whiskey on the rocks
She had a gin & tonic
They sipped slowly, both counting down to the first move
Surprisingly, she was the one to make it
She made small-talk while they sipped on their drinks
It was only a matter of time…
They were at his place
He wondered if she even lived in this town at all
Her mouth tasted like lost dreams and peppermint
Her blue sweater falling to the ground
Trampled by stumbling feet
I FEEL IT ALL
His favorite song was playing on the radio
Ravishment set to mild indie music
Being with her was like being with a ghost
She wasn't complete anymore
She was needy, self-conscious
He was domineering and unsure
It was just like college
Except they both hated themselves
8:45 AM BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
She rolls over and gets out of bed
He turns over in the bed… fast asleep
She looks into his closet and steals one of his favorite shirts
Puts it on with the rest of her clothes
And leaves
He wakes up alone and wonders…
Was it just a dream?
BLOGGING INSPIRED BY "2016" BY AUNT MARTHA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWcJb4iQg6g&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL
Subway pushing was his favorite form of human contact
She quietly apologized for getting in the way
He looked at her as her eyes pleaded for forgiveness
It was her, it was her.
She had new freckles on her face
Possibly from a series of summer vacations
Her stomach had expanded just a little
Enough to know that she could no longer fit in her size 0
Lines speckling the area around her eyes
Of course, he had aged in these past ten years too
His hair was a little thinner than he would like
His face starting the aging process
Still wearing the jeans he had when they had met
He looked down at her left hand
Still no ring… Or maybe a removed ring
His hand was bare too
LAST STOP OF THE LINE
Both of them exited the train
Somehow, despite the raucous, they stayed together
They followed each other
Afraid to admit they wanted to be together
He wondered if this was even the stop she intended to get off at
She clutched at her pocketbook as she hurried to follow
THE DEATH TRAP
A depressing name for a depressing bar
She sat four stools down from him
He had a whiskey on the rocks
She had a gin & tonic
They sipped slowly, both counting down to the first move
Surprisingly, she was the one to make it
She made small-talk while they sipped on their drinks
It was only a matter of time…
They were at his place
He wondered if she even lived in this town at all
Her mouth tasted like lost dreams and peppermint
Her blue sweater falling to the ground
Trampled by stumbling feet
I FEEL IT ALL
His favorite song was playing on the radio
Ravishment set to mild indie music
Being with her was like being with a ghost
She wasn't complete anymore
She was needy, self-conscious
He was domineering and unsure
It was just like college
Except they both hated themselves
8:45 AM BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
She rolls over and gets out of bed
He turns over in the bed… fast asleep
She looks into his closet and steals one of his favorite shirts
Puts it on with the rest of her clothes
And leaves
He wakes up alone and wonders…
Was it just a dream?
BLOGGING INSPIRED BY "2016" BY AUNT MARTHA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWcJb4iQg6g&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL
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