i’m that good time you had years ago, i’m that late drive home singing loud with your hands out the window. the moment you let go. i’m the floor wet with beer and feet moving slowly together to a song that is much too fast. i’m that party you went to, i was across the room and you were dressed up, we exchanged glances and smiled and knew that someday there would be late drives home with singing and hands out the window and we knew about the wet floor and the beer and the song. i’m your walk home, i’m that dusk that is too pretty to be looked at alone. i’m your reflection in the mirror and your once daily multi, i’m your back porch and your morning coffee, actually, i’m none of those things am i?
