Aug 31, 2006 22:50
And its after 12 am and here I am
Just sitting here staring a black screen
As it demands that I enter a correct time
I check and realize its actually almost one
And wonder where that last hour went
Time passes in a strange fashion
Speeding up and blurring by when it is most inconvenient
And slowing down at the most painful moments
As if life itself is punishing you for living it.
These are the times I think of you.
The times when no one is there watching
Seeing the emotions that light my face
At the memories of our past.
The smiles at all the things you did
I was so happy back to see you smile
It was infectious and as it light up your face I could feel it
Somewhere deep in my soul resonating like a perfect harmony
And I smile too.
The mind draining electric box is still insisting
That I give it the time of day
I think of the smartest thing I ever said to you
The look of surprise in your eyes was priceless
Confused and bewildered because you were always the smart one
I can’t help but smile again at your memory
And thank the night once again that I’m alone
That nobody can see the way you affect me.
Fiddling with the remote I set the time for 12am
Though it is past one because I don’t see why
Why does it need the time
Yet another flashback to a different time
Its you again, and we are dancing
I feel the butterflies like those of that night
I could kiss the stars for keeping my secrets
I look like a fool grinning like an idiot
I can’t help it now any more than I could then
Love makes you do stupid things
The least of which involves crazed grinning.
Then I remember.
I watch as the machine flips through every channel
Selecting the best ones for my viewing pleasure
And with each flash I see it
My note, my letter, pushing you away with my lies
If only the night could tell you that
That I lied
That those false words were a way to gain control
To keep things from changing on someone else’s terms
To hurt you as much as possible so you couldn’t hurt me.
If only you knew maybe I could take it all back and we could start over.
The flashes of light stop and rest on a single picture.
The world’s most perfect vegetable cutter.