you appeared like you always do, from across the room or across the sidewalk, who says pretty girls don’t descend upon you? offered me a sip of some sugary alcoholic beverage and i laughed because you are one of the few people in my life that i am genuinely entertained by, i relaxed my muscles and my brain and just let you talk and it was truly a relief. we talked as we have for the last half decade, joking about our bad luck with romantic partners, joking about how terrible we were as a couple. we were both wooden back then, waiting for someone to come along and breathe life into us, i brushed the saw dust off of you and and kissed the little spot on the back of your neck, protected for a summer by the safety of your pink sheets and death cab for cutie. time has passed and as we sat outside woozy with cider we reacquainted each other with one another, as the words came out of my mouth i saw them float above me in times new roman, then evaporating into the thick florida sky.
and who says you can’t go back? you can, maybe not for an extended amount of time, but for a few seconds it is very possible, even if the dj is a little chubbier, and the crowd is a little younger, you can close your eyes and hear the words that used to define you, hold on to the body that used to know you, breathing in the familiar smell of your skin and saw dust.
