Awake for Sunrise.Sunset.Sunrise,
singing of how I've almost achieved apathy-
But not quite.

And I'd write of this,
this monumental event,
if only I could raise my arms.
But they're so tired with the weight of this city...


I'll memorize it instead.
Learn it inside and out
[as if my words were the flecks of color
in his eyes]
Commit it to paper at a later date
to be lost among the rest of the rubbish,
and found only when

I've forgotten what it was.



Maybe, though-
Just maybe I was never meant for this life.
But instead a small town existance
[where "yours/mine/ours"
is held holier than
"his/hers/theirs"]
And this is just a placement error
overlooked by the Powers That Be.

And just maybe they'll notice this
catastrophic miscalculation,
Press the 'rewind' button,
and place me where
I belong [next to him]
to relive my life the right way.




Then again,
just maybe I'll spend the rest of my days
counting on 'just maybe's
and forget to remember what counts.


But...


They say 'ignorance is bliss.'

I'm working toward my own piece of happiness
on this patchwork quilt of life,
so perhaps ignoring it is the answer.

Or perhaps I'm already doing just that.


Perhaps...

But 'perhaps' is simply another form of 'just maybe'
and look how far those have gotten me.



No.

Wait.



Just run away with me.

We can pack our bags,
drop a dime on a map,
and pretend this city never exsisted.

Run away with me.
My arms need a bit of rest
from the last year
to be as good as new.
Then they could hold you for all time
as if they'd never held anyone before.


Run away with me.

I couldn't leave without you.


Let's just go


and




sleep forever.

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