And you remain, A promise unfulfilled, I ask you for more, But you push me away...
All the chores are done. The last decision is backpack or rolly suitcase.
The problem with hanging with someone you met thirty years ago, and last saw fifteen years ago is you really don't know them. Plus I have no idea what is appropriate attire in a Casino in Connecticut. I'm going casual.
If today was a girl it would be the 18 year old blonde in a tube top and short-shorts eating watermelon. Breath! Breath old man!
It doesn't get any nicer than it is right now. I forgive you, Maine, for that shit storm of a winter you gave us.
After doing my running around I came home, leaving the car in the driveway because I need to vacuum that thing out. Clean cars drive better.
I checked my phone and saw a reply email from Audrey. I wished her happy birthday on the 21st - just saying "Happy Birthday, Summer Girl." I know the first day of summer because it is her birthday. Just seeing her name in my email queue gives me an endorphin rush. I really should stop. I am crossing so many lines.
The title song was on the iPod as I pulled up in the driveway. I can't hear that song without thinking of her. She remains a promise unfulfilled. Not a promise she made, a promise I made.
She had to do what she had to do for her kids. That takes nothing from what we were so briefly. Just adds distance.
You lie awake at night, With blue eyes that never cry, All you remember now. Is what you feel
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