04.26.2003 7:20 pm
another auld lang syne

"Just for a moment I was back in school, and felt that old familiar pain. And as I turned to make my way back home, the snow turned into... rain."

I shall go dancing tonight. With Andrea Wickham. "He said the years had been a friend to her, and that her eyes were still as blue." She asked him, not me. Maybe she doesn't know my name. I think that's it, I think she doesn't know me. I mean, my name. I think she doesn't know my name. Name. "She said she married her an architect, who kept her warm and safe and dry. She would have liked to say she loved the man, but she didn't like to lie." Like stirring soup. Or a thick shake, syrupy and sweet and cookies and cream. Like that. And the soul gets sucked into the vortex... frozen. "We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now. We tried to reach beyond the emptiness, but neither one knew how." To love, too late. Doesn't matter, I'm a Viking anyway. Time to strike camp and move on from here. Love fierce and strong, then leave. "Met my old lover in the grocery store." Summer lawns. Joni's album, "The Hissing of Summer Lawns." Or something like that. I can see Caroline in her room across the courtyard. It reminds me of a Christine Lavin song about watching people in their hotel rooms, lost in personal ennui, or drama, or solitude. I want to send her this song, but I know it wouldn't help. "She didn't recognize my face at first, but then her eyes flew open wide." Reworking a relationship. Dying inside knowing that I wanted to kiss you so badly, "Running out of things to say. She gave a kiss to me as I got out, and I watched her drive away." but it's too late.

"The snow turned into rain."

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