45. The clock on the wall

I know these words might mean nothing now
While i'm stuck in this ghost town
Your softness still haunts me
Someday I'll find my way out of here
If you don't change your mind, my dear
I'll take you with me

Flower Face - Angela

I swear
I felt you there

maybe your scent
or your
burning presence
I can't explain

And of course
it wasn't you

Lately
I tend to think
I'm alone

as I lay in bed
and listen
to a song
that was a hit
in my teens
and still hits
a place inside
that I thought
I've forgotten
and takes me
right back
to maybe
the first time
I saw you

then I zoom out
on myself
me looking
at the ceiling
my house rooftop
the neighborhood
our town
the city lights at night
this continent
planet Earth
people everywhere
worrying
hurrying
loving
hoping
waiting

and the music starts
to fade into
wave sounds
outer space
the moon
Mars
the sun
the Milky Way
the infinite
where all
the different
versions
the ones we've
left behind
and our
potentials selves
spread
and collide
and suddenly
everything's
alright
we are
where we've
chosen
to be

galaxies
tons of them
countless
like grains
of sand
scattered
on the beach
and I bury
my hands
in them
looking for
your
warm hands
inside that
sea of
carbon atoms
and your heartbeat
knowing it's
ticking somewhere
may that be
near or far
and

I swear
I felt you there