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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
It happened twice.

The first time it happened it was almost cinematic. I was sitting in the passenger seat of the car and I was trying to avoid him, avoid his questions because I knew it would be awkward. But he kept talking. So I turned on the radio. How the hell did we wind up like this? Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed and try to turn the tables? He said he liked this song and told me to turn it up, so I did. It started raining heavily just as we got out of Ryde. I wish you'd unclench your fists and unpack your suitcase. Lately there's been too much of this. Don't think it's too late. Then we passed Strathfield and it stopped raining. I didn't want to think about it but he kept bringing it up. Asking me if I remembered where we used to sit, what we used to say, what I used to do. I didn't want to remember it, but I did. Every spot, every shop, every single place we passed held a piece of the past. Nothing's wrong, just as long as you know that someday I will.... Someday, somehow, gonna make it alright but not right now, I know you're wondering when.