We made
memories tonight.
as we danced like
snakes. on. stilts
and Sinatra floated in the air,
a one of a kind Polaroid printed in my memories.
Smiled pollute these exuberant seconds,
and although not one photo or video was taken,
and I can't remember every detail
I'll never forget the feeling.

a feeling of purity.
Oh! one of true living that I haven't felt since.............
oh. I don't know.

Life presents meaning in many ways, and priorities are made constantly...
but being with you felt purposeful.
step, one-two,
losing count because your mixed laughter with mine
makes me forget everything except how life is wonderful.
A quick kiss on your soft brown hair as you drive away with the Blonde Haired Boy......
i don't know if it's the over-caffination this late, or the residue of giggles left on my brain, but I walk to the door and step in
with a new found wonderlust for life

I came with no intentions but those of childlike amusement,
And social engagements
But
The moment you walked past, no matter if you noticed or not, you sent shivers down my spine and floods through my mind as every moment of pure indefinite joy down to the heart wrenching tears of abrupt loneliness came rushing back.
But I guess it's okay
because
you didn't know.

You glowed you know. But you'd never know I saw it because through the hot sweating bodies,
And the deafening music
There were moments of silence in my own existence where I caught a glimpse of you and thought maybe you saw me and wanted to say something
But
It's not your fault that you've learned to move on.
I never got the letters you sent.
I promise you that.
And today I took a picture with a stranger of extraordinary beauty of soul,
And as that camera light clicked a flicker of an idea crossed my mind that maybe they knew you.
But it's
Not your fault that the post office couldn't do it's job.