Was It A Waterfall?
I encountered you somewhere outside of here. Where the sun sprinkled glittery plastic through the trees, and cheap chocolate smelled like sidewalk chalk mapping out directions to where? You would get caught in my hair when you ran your fingers through it. My coils ensnaring you. Not letting you go. Stay close to me in this memory. A 1980s song so distant and forgotten plays from a passing car radio. We look into each other. A film was playing in our eyes. Yours was a film about how dreams are air. They blow away. What did you see in mine? Was it about a waterfall? Was it about you as a waterfall? Pick up the cup on the other end of the string, and tell me what it was. I'll place my end to my ear now.