Existence

Evansville Drive

At night

When I close my eyes

I think about the one I like

And then

Inevitably

I think of you

And while I think of you

I think about pain

About a deep knife cut

A broken bone

A black eye

Appendicitis

And then I think of you

And I know that pain

Real, heart breaking pain

Is missing someone

And worrying in your heart

That you'll never see them again

Because every time

I go back there

To my home town

No

Our home town

I tell my parents

"See you in a while"

And then I walk

To that little old street

Whose name itself

Seems to indicate magic

And I see the trees

The old houses

The young children

Now older

And then I stop

For just a moment

And I gaze

At your house

And memories

God

The memories

They flood back

Just pictures and clips

Snow forts

Snow men

Swimming

Climbing Trees

Catching frogs

Mud wars

Skiing

Exploring

And then comes more

So many more

About odd and wonderful creatures

That we had created

That we had become

That we had lived as

And I want to cross the road

I want to walk up to the door

And then if I did

You would awnser

And you'd look down

Because you were always so tall

So damn tall

And then you'd gasp

And smile

And fiercely hug me