We were down by the sea. No one else around, accept for some troubled souls, like us. But we don't see them anyway, we barely see each other.
These pre-evening hours don't even have a name. It's like Indian summer - the grief over something that's passed and the anticipation of a newborn hopes.
You were holding my hand, I was holding my shoes. Your eyelashes trembled as the wind plowed through your bare skin, leaving small mounds...
We stood in silence, for I don't know how long, but to me that could be the definiton of eternity. You were staring at your toes, I was staring at you staring at your toes.
And then you said "You make my lyrics rhyme. You make even my thoughts rhyme. You and I are a perfect harmony, a Bach-like polyphony". The horizon became blurred in my eyes. This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever told me. Then you said "I don't even like girls...But I LOVE YOU"...And then we went home.
You left a hotel shampoo bottle on the table, and said "You wouldn't understand, but I don't belong. I never belong."
If anyone could understand it - it's me. To settle in a place doesn't mean to be present.
You left a hotel shampoo bottle on the table, and said "if you asked me to stay, I'd stay...", but I didn't.
Because I understand. We never belong.
