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He followed the closed doors to the open bedroom I laid myself to sleep a few hours in advance. I was wrapped in black cotton sheets, to mimic your mouth against my back and opened the window to regulate your breathing. I didn't know you liked the way I arranged our pictures in plastic containers my mother had given me, but you cut through the taped seal to look through it now smiling.
In my dream you were still in New York making faces through parked car windows at a young girl with long legs and a strapless black dress, while I was here, making faces into the mirror wondering where my face shape went wrong. The same eyes that came together in the dark while I stopped conversation through parting lips.
You didn't want me to know you had come back to return the cds I made, and return my keys. It only seemed logical to take the latest plane and the earliest train into san diego and make friends with the cab that offered you his ears while you would rewind our memories, skipping the bad parts and cutting out vocabulary. For 72 minutes you could no longer find a love that would transend ours.
Quiet now you step, inside the walls that I found my childhood and the windows that you chipped with grey rocks. You noticed I had moved my bed away from the front window and up against the farthest wall. This made your heart fall into your diaphram, I had changed.
My hair was a little darker and my eyes a little colder. My finger nails were shorter and my clothes were new. I tried picking out the pieces of you in this room, but you were captured in the picture frames and in the floor boards where you taught me to dance and where to place my hips. We grew old together in this space, and I gave up trying to change these things and consentrated on myself for the first time in 10 months.
You put away the plastic picture box and came to my bedside. My back with still wrapped and turned away from you, and you remebered the way i'd pass over you just to watch you cut through your words like landmines. But you let me sleep and walked out of the bedroom with my key still in your hand and my cds in your back pocket.
You took the cab with another stranger back to the train station and onto a plane. New York was your home now and these pretty girls were your new late night beauty queens.
That girl from california will hold your california dreams, your california life, your califoria love. One day you might think of calling again, but by then we'll be two strangers from two different states. Tonight i'll dream of the time you sat outside my house till I came home from my Dad's to ask if i'd like to get icecream the next day because i didnt have my cell phone.
Our love was a fast song.
In my dream you were still in New York making faces through parked car windows at a young girl with long legs and a strapless black dress, while I was here, making faces into the mirror wondering where my face shape went wrong. The same eyes that came together in the dark while I stopped conversation through parting lips.
You didn't want me to know you had come back to return the cds I made, and return my keys. It only seemed logical to take the latest plane and the earliest train into san diego and make friends with the cab that offered you his ears while you would rewind our memories, skipping the bad parts and cutting out vocabulary. For 72 minutes you could no longer find a love that would transend ours.
Quiet now you step, inside the walls that I found my childhood and the windows that you chipped with grey rocks. You noticed I had moved my bed away from the front window and up against the farthest wall. This made your heart fall into your diaphram, I had changed.
My hair was a little darker and my eyes a little colder. My finger nails were shorter and my clothes were new. I tried picking out the pieces of you in this room, but you were captured in the picture frames and in the floor boards where you taught me to dance and where to place my hips. We grew old together in this space, and I gave up trying to change these things and consentrated on myself for the first time in 10 months.
You put away the plastic picture box and came to my bedside. My back with still wrapped and turned away from you, and you remebered the way i'd pass over you just to watch you cut through your words like landmines. But you let me sleep and walked out of the bedroom with my key still in your hand and my cds in your back pocket.
You took the cab with another stranger back to the train station and onto a plane. New York was your home now and these pretty girls were your new late night beauty queens.
That girl from california will hold your california dreams, your california life, your califoria love. One day you might think of calling again, but by then we'll be two strangers from two different states. Tonight i'll dream of the time you sat outside my house till I came home from my Dad's to ask if i'd like to get icecream the next day because i didnt have my cell phone.
Our love was a fast song.