chips that pass in the night
i want to be lost. i want to be dreaming. i want to be homeward bound. i want to be departing.
in a moment. nothing can happen in a moment. in a moment eyes can meet, looks can be exchanged, words can be almost said. nothing can happen in a moment, and when passed, nothing can be retrieved from the lost moment.
in a moment, nothing can happen - looks can only meet, eyes can only say i wonder who you are, walking across this space of grass everyday, with that same someone beside you, in this early morning, in opposite directions. the nonwords can only say i wonder if you recognise me every day would you know me if we bumped into each other somewhere else, would you know me if we were alone, or walk away like you must every morning? eyes can only say maybe we could talk, i look forward to our meeting our fleeting glance every dawn in which i say nothing but wish i could say a million things, at least once.
we live by moments, each untaken simply disappearing, each ungrabbed only leading to another of the same.
but we live by moments. each seized and treasured, becoming a shining star. every morning lived in anticipation of the moment, crossing paths, trading looks, fuelling dreams. my heart beat faster every morning as we approached the grassy space.
stairs. railings. a lightening sky. also: grass, a path, bags, a chaperone. wishful glances, and talking to someone but not listening.
then pavement, railings, a midday sky. grass. a path. walking in opposite directions from the morning. the quick glance and pent up frustration of these years, a tense hello. a look of complete recognition. a complementary smile of understanding. we talked, it was easy. we were old friends even though we had never spoken before. i never knew your smile was so electric, i never knew you were so funny. (i hoped i was funny too) we laughed so much. i said good bye like i was certain i would see you again. i never did.
the first time i talked to you was the last time; it's burned in my memory like a meteor. is it sweeter that it was so ephemeral or more bitter? i can't tell.
i want to be lost. because i am dreaming.
in a moment. nothing can happen in a moment. in a moment eyes can meet, looks can be exchanged, words can be almost said. nothing can happen in a moment, and when passed, nothing can be retrieved from the lost moment.
in a moment, nothing can happen - looks can only meet, eyes can only say i wonder who you are, walking across this space of grass everyday, with that same someone beside you, in this early morning, in opposite directions. the nonwords can only say i wonder if you recognise me every day would you know me if we bumped into each other somewhere else, would you know me if we were alone, or walk away like you must every morning? eyes can only say maybe we could talk, i look forward to our meeting our fleeting glance every dawn in which i say nothing but wish i could say a million things, at least once.
we live by moments, each untaken simply disappearing, each ungrabbed only leading to another of the same.
but we live by moments. each seized and treasured, becoming a shining star. every morning lived in anticipation of the moment, crossing paths, trading looks, fuelling dreams. my heart beat faster every morning as we approached the grassy space.
stairs. railings. a lightening sky. also: grass, a path, bags, a chaperone. wishful glances, and talking to someone but not listening.
then pavement, railings, a midday sky. grass. a path. walking in opposite directions from the morning. the quick glance and pent up frustration of these years, a tense hello. a look of complete recognition. a complementary smile of understanding. we talked, it was easy. we were old friends even though we had never spoken before. i never knew your smile was so electric, i never knew you were so funny. (i hoped i was funny too) we laughed so much. i said good bye like i was certain i would see you again. i never did.
the first time i talked to you was the last time; it's burned in my memory like a meteor. is it sweeter that it was so ephemeral or more bitter? i can't tell.
i want to be lost. because i am dreaming.
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