Late Night Documentaries

To me, the only thing left after a while was that night we watched documentaries up through morning and then you kicked me out. You opened up your screen door and threw me off the porch. It was summer then and I drove home whistling muddy waters down the pike. And that was that: our one sweet night together. Under highway signs I watched our love start fluttering and dissipating. I counted all the headlights to make sure I was all right. Now I'm wondering is it me or is it me that can't see silver linings? So I screwed it up. I watched you go.I saw my hand not dialing the phone. All I'm left to do is remember the dull room we sat in blue stream light watching the strike of '79. Oh can't I touch your cheeks somewhere under dirt filled rainy nights with my socks stuck in the mud? Please come dive in puddles with me.

-a mixture of an old song, ideas, and mixed memories