roxxee

"Don't kiss me that way", I said. It only reminds me and maybe now I want no more reminders. It was all so long ago and my memory fades now and then, the contrast becomes blurred and I know the voice isn't what it truly was. Like stereo. So where was I when you cried and called and I wasn't here? Where could I have gone but I think I was sleeping or dreaming with my eyes open or maybe I was by the phone imagining you were calling. "Oh it's all about genes." These addictions and insanities, the distance from our mothers. I imagine these will be the things we know of ourselves the very best. More than the smiles or favorites or the face staring back at us in mirror. "I remember this time...", but it doesn't really matter. I think of your cuts and your quiet manner and the corner store...