Remember that story you used to tell
about how the pyramids were made by aliens?
You loved believing in ridiculous things.
And that homeless person who sang Better Days
better than Springsteen?
That song always made you smile.
Remember how I always took your case
about your political beliefs?
You'd try these silly tricks to make me stop
( kissing worked pretty often )
Remember that fall night when we were ******
and thought the elevator wasn't moving? (It was)
We were in there for a while.
What was that joke about the bunny and the bear?
Cracked you up, every time.
Remember that time we made fun of all the sappy scenes in all
sappy movies?
(There was the bet, the makeover, the boat passing under a bridge,
the wine in a park, the meet after a year at this spot,
the blue french horn, the airport lounge, the waltz song).
And then we said we'd make our own sappy movie, and it would be original.
Remember those times when nothing needed to be said?
And it seemed as though the world just stopped breathing for a few moments.
As though we slipped through a fleeting crack in time.
As though .. I cant find more analogies. You'd have to be there.
I no longer remember the irreverence of first chances and carry-on luggage.
Because the world just kept moving,
and the traffic lights turned yellow,
and the umbrellas came out in the monsoons,
and Heath Ledger died,
and old stories were forgotten and new stories told.
I didn’t find any crossed stars, or dividing oceans
or random people in bed.
I searched for misunderstandings
under the sofa cushions, but could find none.
There were no pieces to patch up together.
The quilt just seemed a little frayed at the edges.
Maybe there’s just no such thing as an original movie.
31.7.2010