Your Street

And in the dark car you asked me to come in (not if I wanted to), and I wanted to, likely more than anything, but there were other people. there are always other people. You then picked up your trash, I wish I could explain it, or didn't notice it. We hugged tightly, in the car, parked on your street, a mirroring flashback occurred. I heard your kiss in my right ear. In that moment, if I couldn't feel the immense and harmonized pain of former years, I could have sworn you and I were born again.