"That Song"

It was on the 3rd floor of the financial district when you were dancing in a film stage mob when I heard it...

My dark cafe days have been stolen from me. 

Too distracted to deal with what really bothers me.

To what extent is our happiness guided by the people and attitudes around us?

I need communication at lower decibels. 

I need to breath in that sweet smell of decomposition

of the leaves in the gutter at dawn because we

got drunk and biked around all night. 

No, I heard it somewhere in Michigan when you were dressed like a pirate, dancing and demanding rum...

Remember that when you come back to me,

we'll dance in the empty spaces.

The spaces between your words, 

the spaces between the periods of our lives,

the spaces between the pieces of a broken heart. 

I love you because you're not only in the words and phrases

of definition,

you're in a stumbled inhale searching for a word. 

No, we heard it between the library stacks in Ohio where I was dancing mercilessly to that song pushing through my headphones. 

I already miss the quiet intellectual tones of the car with Marc, they just got replaced with a monotone giggle that seems to be stopping me from sleeping, but allowing me to write none the less...strange...