PALE BLUE EYES
We used to get drunk and dance slowly in our tiny lounge room thin and gaunt with little money and bad jobs though happy to not be a part of things not to be trapped in the false wheel of success that never goes anywhere her with an empty canvas and me with an empty page hungry and wounded but in love individuals together in a world of faceless crowds dancing in our small apartment not needing another thing and I wonder if she would remember now the magic of all those afternoons, mornings and nights in her large house with full cheeks and bank account and the kind of partner she swore she’d never need again my guess is like me she does her best to forget those special memories that do nothing now but sting and remind us of all that got lost along the way. |