Flash
There were the moment (true and pure in itself)
Two young lovers (your hand in mine and mine in yours)
There were the conversations (that led to convulsions)
To your left hand in mine (your right on the keys)
To my right hand in yours (my left on the road)
Culminating in a collection of days (pressed between two passports)
Yours (American)
Mine (Australian)
Ann Arbor lay to our East as cornfields stretched West
By day, we drove (you always had the wheel)
I picked the tunes (feasting on dumplings at dawn and ciders at dusk)
By night, we’d hold at the moon (it’s ending soon)
Bellies full (fed on thoughts once ravaged from shadows)
It started with a moment, one stitched to memories
In wake of stolen kisses, we pushed haikus through teeth
(scheming for a way out)
And whilst it were timeless (it were coming to an end)
Those synchronised seconds (we never gave a name)
That multitude of minutes (we never were the same)
Honed in hours (discounted days)
Road signs ran by (screaming your praise)
It were coming to an end (and whilst it were timeless)
That was then
When we were
Unfolding upon ourselves
(fueled on whimsy and summer romance)
I spotted the field
You climbed out the car
I lifted my shirt
You took off my bra
I turned to face South
You reset your watch
I sunk in that moment
You may have forgot
I thanked the sun
As you thanked the sky
I showed you my bones
As we said goodbye.
– Anna Perrson