It's been a long time
and now you're here
I´ve been picturing this in my head
Never thought you would appear
It's been a long time
But you still win
I´ve been picturing this in my head
Should've known you´d come creeping in

It's been a long time
Do you wanna talk?
You didn't want to back then
Couldn't face that you broke my heart
It's been a long time
Will you ask to stay?
You didn't want to back then
So why are you here today?

It's been a long time
I don't know your motive
You seem happy to see me
But there are things I'd rather not relive
It's been a long time
But you're just the same
You seem happy to see me
But I don't see why you came

It's been a long time
and now you're here
I´ve been picturing this in my head
But you made my conscience clear
It's been a long time
But I'm gonna have to decline
I´ve been picturing this in my head
and now it's your turn to be left behind

Hello

The wind whispers
As you walk past me
A different kind of pain
Surged through my whole being
A punch is tolerable
Unpleasant words would've been better
But the harrowing silence
Between two stars that were once part
Of a constellation
Is unbearable

Emotions protrude from us
A curious mix of love and anger
Swirls between our bodies
Have we forgotten
How beautiful of a storm we are
When we're together?

Not now

The wind once again whispers
For now this breeze will decide
The fate of two strangers
But before we sunder
Hear my whisper
I'll wait for an answer

How are you?

You and me and them and you
Alone
In grieving,
In dying,
In laughing, too.

Us and us and them and her,
One spirit
As old as time.
One body
The Gaia's
Green, blue and at last multicoloured.

You, and me and you and me and me and you and you and me,
With twin visions,
Extraordinary reunion
Finally, eye in eye.

You and us, you
Enemies to us
But we not to you,
We love you.


-- Eleanor

At my high school reunion
Years from now
In the old gym
They'll ask, whatever happened to us anyway
I won't have an answer for them
It'll be a shoulder shrug
Upward palms
And a colon backslash face
They'll move on to my son
Or work
Or school
Or some distant memory which will undoubtadly begin with, "remember that time"
And most likely end with, "those were the days"
And while they move on with their conversations
I will still have a colon backslash face
And my mind will be in a completely different time machine than the prom queen and the class clown
I will
By the end of it all
Have devoted what I can only imagine to be significantly more time than alotted
Thinking about what did ever happen to us anyway
And when I go home to what I anticipate being a beautiful, intellegent, loving wife, girlfriend, fiancee thing
She will
For a moment
Or possibly two moments
Not measure up to you
And I hope she won't notice my colon backslash face
That she'll end up smiling until she falls asleep

The morning after my high school reunion
I will stand in front of my mirror
And for much longer than two moments
I will not measure up
To the man you could have made me
And I will notice
I will start by ******* in my gut
Running my hands through my hair to try and imagine myself with a different style
I will analyze my wardrobe
And half way through auditing my music collection I will fall to the floor
I will cry
And with you in the forefront of my mind
I will
In true movie scene fashion
Whisper to no one
Whatever happened to us anyway
And worse than not having an answer at the reunion
I won't have an answer for myself
In an empty living room
Because I really don't know whatever happened to us anyway
One day we were
The next day we weren't
It was so adult
I was so civil
Even our break-up will be the best I ever had

The day before my high school reunion
I will cut my hair
Trim my arm pits
And clip my beard
I will iron a suit
Pick a good tie
And I imagine
In front of a mirrror
I will
Be proud of the man I have become

In the years going forward
And leading up to that high school reunion
I will
As a matter of life's course
Have no other occasion
To ask myself
Whatever happened to us anyways
But never the less
One night
Years from now
That question
Will leave me paralyzed
Scared
Heartbroken
Lonely
And even if
I am not alone
My pillow will remember
For one night
Or maybe even two nights
How to smell like you
And my arms
If only for a half a moment
Or possibly one whole moment
Will
With no luck
Reach for you

Raucous laughter and clinking glasses fill the air, already brimming with the intoxicating scents of ocean air and freshly grilled salmon.
Crab legs crack, revealing succulent white meat and dripping juices down sun burnt chins and salt licked chests.
Seven men, all eating their weight in seafood, happy for the simple joy of being reunited once more.
Margarita, tequila, Corona and more,
I've never felt better, passed out on the floor.