apropos of nothing
May 20, 2006
couldn't sing that song, anyway
We spend a lot of time listening to sad songs.
We listen to and talk about music the way that only two people accustomed to real distance between themselves and others do. Let someone else’s words do the work. Let someone else live it, someone else sing it – we just hum along to someone else’s song.
The notes fill the room, and everything changes.
You're the one I talk about
We share a smile. Big, and long, and real.
You're the one I think about
And maybe it’s because it’s beautiful.
Everywhere I go
And maybe it’s because we’re a little high.
But sometimes honey
And maybe it’s because for this second we think that if we were two different people in two different lives this could be something else.
In the mornin'
It doesn’t matter why. Because this is a moment in itself; perfect, crystalline, and real.
Lord, I miss you so.
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