Can We Dance like Everything’s Alright?
From the perspective of wishing on falling ashes
May 29, 2014 / 8:23 P.M.
The man looking one, the one with the most enigmatic eyes and quivering smile
The one who never gave up carrying his battered heart
The one who drives a car with half-tilted seat
The one always wishing to taste how sweet life could be 500 miles away
The one who said “you know when it’s good music
when you could shed a tear simply by listening to it”
The one who got sick too often and wouldn't care much but stay under the sheets
So he could be reminded how it feels like when he was with her
The man looking one who was always pleading for a thousand sunrises
He’s the only one trying to get a glimpse in the middle of the city
And he knows he’s got to carry the torch
to those buried memories because those were all he’s got
The feel of how her arms wrapped around his neck
when their song played walk past him everyday
Pretends she is how she was
when she said how he meant the world to her
And when night defines silence, he’d read her messages
asking if they could dance again like everything’s how they were before
He’d stop and stare at those words
“He’d wish she would say those more, often…”
He knew how hurt opened its arms
to welcome the bruised heart’s smiles shadowed by pretense
She’s thought that it’s too late to create little whirlpool on an angry current
There’s nothing more to be done but tell him his dealings were so loud
Through feisty confrontations he hardly noticed the red light of her absent tears
And how often she’s grabbed the stethoscope
to check for her heartbeat to her own ear
To make sure she’s not lost forever
How can lovers wish all their lashes on one thing?
And not know about miracles
Is the opposite of what they need
Now that something is too hard to put up with
She has poison from the trigger of her tongue
For the bullets she took like pills to sleep through the night
When she’s too tired to bleed
Whispered her wishes on falling ashes 20 minutes before she’s off to leave
It was a scorching day of 40 degrees and her skin was burning
Burning lungs as they smoked more sticks for ashes to wish upon
She was watching the leaves as they fall
Such was the time she’s had with him
It’s slipping away
When the car came to its final stop the man looking one
Would held her hand tighter
Her lips bade him goodbye
and he pressed his chest against her in a warm reassuring embrace
listened for the moment when he felt her breathe
She breathed in more to see if their hearts beat at the exact same time
Their hearts beat together in one perfect rhythm
Right there, it became their curse
She had planned not to look back as she pulled her luggage with her
That green light the inevitable curse waited for took off when she did
She saw him staring back beside his car with those enigmatic eyes
Those eyes had grown a ring from every tear he shed
That day, he shined for her hand
