Rendezvous
22 August 04 : 05.02 AM
Why is it when we laid under the stars on the children slide at the park, and I'm taking your palm pretending to know how to read the lines, you don't even seem like you're with me?
The party was full of rich foreign girls with their Prada purses and Gucci heels. They smile at me but I don't connect with them much. Josh, Freddie, Jules and I ended up sitting at the parking lot where Josh smoked his cigarettes like eating candy. I couldn't wait to meet you.
You don't remember a thing about a year ago: how you used to call me strawberry because I turn pink drinking hooch; the names of my friends; having conversations about stars and the constellations; meeting way too often.
I don't remember the things you can. Where did we eat supper with Wilson? Did we really do lunch with my aunt? Did we really watch as any movies as you say we did?
If I'd stayed at the party instead of meeting you, you might seem more with me than when you're next to me and the shallow voice that I could not recognize as my own is trying to rouse your attention.
It's 5 in the morning and you're gone since 3. I'm listening to songs you used to remind me of. You don't remind me of anything at all now.
The distance is evident.