I never met
her, I mean really never have, maybe never will
But I feel
as if I know her, I can imagine it in my mind
“Whiskey
split with water, please, Vodka cranberry for her”
“You have
another one of those? I have my own light”
The one to
drive down the highway with no destination, dance in the desert sun, get lost
in the dark, run from reality, rolling down the coast -- to feel the sun’s
gaze, not needing to say anything to one another
Sending
letters in the mail because, “nobody else does anymore”
Claiming
records are still the only, “true way to enjoy music”
In every
photo ever taken she always looked slightly over her shoulder, shooting a look
you really can’t explain,
Maybe it was
the distance that never made her real
I’ll see you
someday
Maybe you’ll
see me
An airport,
a bar, a place, city
Always
wearing her golden hair tied up, draped in colorful cloth, huge bug-eyed
sunglasses, and those 70s styled boot fit jeans
She says she wants to see the Seattle skyline
“I think I’d
love it, I think I’d never want to leave”
Taking a
long drag -- exhaling, looking into my eyes, putting on her sunglasses, and
walking away as if she wasn’t ever there
Leaving me
sleeping with my doubts
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