I got stuck in traffic right by the Lincoln tunnel on my way to a first date as I sit in traffic the lights start becoming blurry and my mind moves fast unlike the traffic I’m in and the music in the car fades to silence and we’re drunk dancing in your kitchen to “Someone Like You” by Van Morrison. My mind flickers between dancing and sitting at the bar with you. Sitting at the bar, I asked you why you weren’t happy and you said, “I have my girl with me I am happy.”
If I could rewrite our story it would have ended the night that I cried to you over dinner, I would have stormed out of the restaurant hailed a cab to my car and never see you again. That night that I cried to you over dinner your eyes soften and it was a look you never gave me before and when we left we could barely get up the stairs to your apartment without ripping our clothes off. Just like that we were back to where we started.
I remember getting dressed at your place the morning of my birthday and the zipper on the back of my skirt was slightly open and you stopped me and pulled the zipper up and then kissed the back of my head.
“Our ships are sailing in two different directions.” That’s what you said to me in the middle of a busy mall parking lot, I left before my tear drops rolled below the rim of my sunglasses. It is a very tricky thing to hide real emotions. You confuse me.
Traffic has picked up and I’m jaded, I’m going on a date and thoughts of you are a wild fire in the halls of my mind, all I want is you.