At a show in a city that’s never been yours
And a town that’s no longer mine.
After a four hour car ride, with friends
From a town we both hate,
we were almost late.
In a dark basement that they call a venue
It smells like too many cigarettes and stale beer.
It’s dark, dark enough that it makes it hard
Hard to see,
Even harder to just be.
The stage lights flicker, strobing in time
To a band neither of us want to hear.
It’s hard for me.
The colored lights silhouette you.
I stare at you from a distance,
The lights shift from red back to blue.
You dance along to songs we don’t know.
I stand there just wanting to go.
I’m tired of running, but you,
You want me to stay, accept what’s true.
I don’t know what that is.
The smoke shifts and spirals in the strobe light, like fog rising from a valley.
The light silhouettes you
Obscuring what is true.
I’m afraid to love you.
I’m afraid that so are you.
The lights shift back to blue.