We left together.
You who jumps in anger with a friendly touch.
We sat on the bus. Never having been so close.
And as the day wore on we met up with our mutual friend. Someone I hold so dear. Someone who looks out for me and protects me.
Three, for once - Thank God! - for once wasn't a crowd. Because we all share a common past and it connects us like outsiders would never understand.
We shared a drink on the hill. A smoke. Our laughter. Our bitterness. My anger. "Okay, just chill," you said. And we changed the subject.
Men don't vilify me like women can.
So we saw you home and then you and I wondered where to go with a few hours to kill.
Me, ever a woman, wanted to shop. But sensible you said let's go sit at the picnic table.
We bonded over a shared love of the album "Solace". And I wanted to tell you how I bought the singer roses but ended up giving them to a homeless man on the way to the concert. Way back then. Way back then when you and I would have been teenagers.
-What?
-What...
Ambient music playing the soundtrack to a movie's first kiss as we looked at each other.
For once I wasn't going first.
It was perfect.
Dancing our tongues to soothe pain and loneliness. To soothe a common love for someone famous we both couldn't have.
Today was the here and now and I liked it.
You are smart, you are funny. For f***'s sake you are finally my age!
As we sleep a highway apart I am thinking of you and hoping that, well, let's just say you made me content. And that's all a tenuous heart can desire.
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