Somewhere in a quiet little nook of this city,
Slipping into something that’s a little less like a disguise.
You are not alone here.
Open up your eyes.
We cannot sleep.
We’ll just hold our breath tonight.
Two strangers.
Hope don’t matter.
It don’t matter.
Time will pulse on and tomorrow will come and go.
Or at least I’ve been told so.
Two strangers,
Lost and lonely,
Only nightcap strange strangers,
Letting go of a dream,
Waking up from a dream,
Waking up from half-remembered mid-November dream.
And somewhere out in Brooklyn you’re alone and you’re drinking,
Soaking up the feeling that you never felt nothing at all.
Whiskey makes you brood,
But that’s your kind of mood.
Time will pulse on and tomorrow will come and go.
We’ll be trudging through the snow.
And then it’s over.
Just another mistake done over.
There’s no evidence here,
No mark or picture frame.
Just a name in a cell phone,
Stuck in my head,
Smelling boy in my empty queen bed or maybe I’m just conjuring some romance I read.
This was not…
So magical...
You didn’t impress me.
Not at all.
No.
No.
Not even a little bit.
You were something I wanted to try,
And we were happy,
For a while.
Just like in a dream one late night.
Tumbling toward winter in a perfect autumn luminescent light,
You held me tight.
That was all I ever could have asked for.
We’ll just hold our breath tonight.
Two strangers.
Hope don’t matter.
It don’t matter.
Time will pulse on.
We come and go.
Lost and lonely.
Only nightcap strange strangers.
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I remember the first time I tried to watch "The Notebook." I was working 15/26 and working with Ken, Mike and Allen were on the other truck, and I was so into the movie that I sat on the floor, directly in front of the screen. I sobbed like a baby and all the boys made fun of me....
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