The nights get to me. Like they always have. The majesty about them. The towering buildings, warming the dark with their soft glow. The hum of car engines idling at traffic lights. The lone souls smoking cigarettes on sidewalks.
I'm captivated. Transfixed. Elated.
How can I turn away?
And maybe this fascination started in DC. At the window of my girlfriend's dorm room. When I couldn't sleep and I'd sit up at the edge of her bed. Lean my head against the wall and stare out at the nearest intersection. Watch the green, yellow, red. The flash from the occasional siren. Sit there for hours.
Sometimes she'd wake and ask what's wrong? Hold her knees and peer into me. What's wrong? But I wouldn't ever really acknowledge. I wouldn't ever really respond.
I'd just want the city to take me for a little longer. Just a little while longer. Release me.
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