(box cuts)

My brain is the place we should have been years ago. before we met. before we kissed. before any of this nonsense came and fucked us up this time.

Some place strange and far away. a dance floor maybe. a party. a place neither one of us belonged but stayed long enough to look across the crowd of smiling drunks having the best time of their young lives again and catch a glimpse that stole our breath and made us shy away from destiny.

A place where we were happy just to watch a wallflower shake mustering conversation and fumbling for a cigarette. doing his best to look cool with a style outdated as hemingway's rickshaw gait. just trying to impress her. just trying to make his way across the crowd to say something as clever as hello wihtout knowing that she'd be waiting no matter how long it took him to get there just hear him say fucking something so she could grab him and kiss him in front of these strangers she could give a damn about when she measured them against the life of desire she'd always craved in her tiny town, curtained in virtue and the families deftly made to keep hearts safe from breaking on the stolen road to something great as some boy's breath growing familiar by the hour. by the day. by the time they walked out the back door together without so much as a wave.

Just to be forgotten.