i just found this saved in my drafts but i never published it on my blog. now i figure, why the hell not. i miss writing.
i wonder if you’re alone.
at the same time i know it really doesn’t matter, does it?
you’re there and I’m here but we drift in and out of each other like ghosts.
we’re poor, lost souls, you and me.
lost souls and lost causes, prone to heart ache and one after anothers.
we’re searching for something we once had, close like an arm around the waist beneath the blankets on the couch.
ignored, unmentioned while diane keaton and woody allen cleverly bicker on the television.
it was always there, sliding between our fingers and wrapping around our necks.
we just ignored it and continued looking for who-the-hell-knows-what,
whatever came next.
but it never left.
it was always there, and it still is.
i’m a million miles away but still i’m everwhere.
I’m in all those songs nobody else pays attention to.
im in record sleeves and certain lyrics.
I’m in movie quotes and storylines.
I’m in every thread of all the brown sweaters you own.
Im in the grains of salt on your hashbrowns during a 2am breakfast at an all-night truck-stop diner.
I’m the grinds that find their way into your morning cup of coffee.
I’m in every bottle of red wine you drink alone.
…You know you’re in every drop of mine.
