your rainstick sits
untouched
high up on
the mirrored shelves
remember when we stole it
running down
those night stained
streets
laughing amidst
the don't i know you's
and yeah, you're that girl from...
and damn!you look just like this one chick...
she used to dance,
dance,
dance down the
shadowed halls
of a sometime
maybe one time
yesteryear
spent all my money that night
yeah boy
and turn around she's gone
like that
grabbing hands
and swigging the pulque
like our celebrity
would last forever
and you know i came back to see you
you and your
twin girls
and SUV
and husband
off on business
and couldn't help but feel
i'd hit rewind
to those days
back before
those days
when we'd prop
our rollerskates
on a back park bench
play MASH
and dream
of who we'd marry
and somehow...
somehow we hit it
dodging the edges of
a washed up future
and squeaking out the
other side
normal
and
clean
and
respectable
dark days of
dancing on platforms
swept neatly
under the rug
now sitting across from
you at the table...
you whispering
sometimes don't you
miss it
Birth sign: Libra
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