impromptu.
and we met.
everything is still the same,
there is no strangeness at all.
we ate, we shop, we walked, we talked.
we laughed.
and i'd really missed it all.
it never to end, deep down,
but we were tired.
as i walked alone to my car,
my head went blank.
sitting in the dark for a few minutes,
mesmerised by the silence of it all
- the silence between us,
neither of us talked about it, again.
as if nothing had happened,
before.
it was good,
just like before.
no worries,
only tiredness, which is natural.
then james iha sang to me all the way home.
not sure when the impromptu is happening again.
reader k | 5/11/2005 07:34:00 PM |