I cannot help but feel pain,
that sort of recall when there was that one day
I felt something,
when in the dark quiet of my bedroom,
a song, a vinyl static,
a joint and one single window
light streaming inside,
I laid on my bed, toked and celebrated
a kick ass melody with lyrics
that took my eyes apart,
feeling the stream down the side of my head,
so much my log bangs were damp today,
I just listened,
toked and celebrated,
until the music …
a knock at the door,
while reality always needed to duck its head in,
if only for a moment to remind me,
the song would end again today,
but this day seemed eerily different,
for the first time I had to wonder if he was right,
would she ever come back …