We are lost cruising. Moving, some of us dancing.
Abusing ourselves for our sins, no set laws.
No keepsakes. Heartaches. I’m glad I met you.
With that big ol’ grin.
(pause)
This is nice. Us. We don’t know how these streets cross.
You never know, but we know, when we said goodbye,
that this would be the last time. Not now, however.
We’d spend another hour talking endlessly about distant planets.
(pause)
Taught me how to say Lousville. Oval.
You could be saying anything and I’d just stare.
Huge teeth. Chomp on your gums. I’m just trying to have fun.
We always said we don’t know how the streets fold.
(pause)
I met you when you said they’re gone before I can get to them.
People too discrete. Can’t feel heartbeats. Harsh tones.
There was this one guy, one night. He was off and on.
He showed me sunlight, orange. The beauty of the bright.
(pause)
When he was gone, that voice. It was like nothing could be right.
Saw those lips with that twangy style. Closed my eyes.
Wanted to REALLY feel your nervous skin against mine.
While looking at that open world.
(pause)
Gosh danm you had the sweetest laugh.
You meant right with every word. Compliments.
You told me you got no one around. That you were looking.
Told me the skies can be watched together again after years of gone.
(pause)
You told me that my eyes looked sad. I told you I was just stoned.
Too nervous to show more. Sunglasses fell off.
Ate an ice cream cone in your truck.
Kissed my neck to the point where I lost all control.
(pause)
Connectivity loss. We were across circumstances.
Too long we stared across valleys. Soon I would move on.
You would remain, we told each other though. You never know.
Before I lose you. Just know, this was something.
GERALD LEWIS BLANCHARD 