Is it ok?
does it matter,
do you even understand anymore,
would you recognize me in a bar.
if tomorrow we were brought together by time,
would we want to stay around each other
any longer than we did
when we thought it was the right thing to do.
I cannot seem to leave this period of my life,
I remember touch,
there was this new reality in my life that if I could just feel your fingertips
on the back of my neck,
that really is all I ever want to recall,
the sex just seemed too unreal to ever believe I could have that,
we together were so inseparable that summer
in a Volvo,
a brown 72′ wagon we would put a mattress in the back,
and travel to California together,
probably fuck quite often all the way,
we were really good at that.
If I do ever leave this place well then I know for sure I have to return
to that monotony of my life I would rather disappear from.
You do help me disappear,
I realize that today,
but I don’t think that is a really bad thing anymore,
I used to believe it unrealistic …
If I knocked on your door tomorrow, would you
I wonder if you would be the same woman I want you to think of me as
a man you knew one time before,
when we could remember this was far more real
than anything we try to pretend to be today.