Remec

I find them all about the edges of my life, lost scraps of a chat or pieces of a post from some long since closed down forum, those are the obvious ones, that I know will always bring you to mind since there's no seperation between them and us--when there was an us, that is. It's the ones that catch me unaware...a song comes on the radio or across some tv show, or someone happens to say one of the phrases you always dropped that clued me into your current mood. Those ones spark within me most vividly and I see you just the way you are always in my mind--either sitting on that bench wanting to know how I felt about you

I am always left here feeling so blue at the thought of dealing with you again, Tell me again, my dear, why I love you. Your hair cascades over, curls all askew, covering your face--expression uncertain. I am always left here feeling so blue before the door swings shut, one more adieu, still on stage when they draw the curtain. Tell me again, my dear, why I love you. Your smile is the sun, lighting the day anew, and that echoing laugh--such a comedienne, I am always left here feeling so blue because I know, inside, our moments are few so I make my peace, I know how to say when. Tell me again, my dear, why I love you. Your touch

Ash falls, smoke rises from my cigarette. I wait for the shopping to be finished, passing the time watching the crowds go by, children, lovers, popular waves surge, ebb. I wait for the shopping to be finished, a ghost among the marketing hubbub. Children, lovers, popular waves surge, ebb-- splashing my bench with their manic fervor. A ghost among the marketing hubbub, silent as still photography, I watch them all splashing my bench with their manic fervor trying to draw me in, but I keep back. Silent as still photography, I watch them all. Ash falls, smoke rises from my cigarette, trying to draw me in, but I keep back, passing