In the dark of night, the city burned
Lamp haze illuminating out towards alleys and their mysterious corners,
Ordinary objects of notice depending on circumstance
Lining the drive forward one beacon after another
The car encapsulating our secret, you distant
Yellow windows arranged into faces peered down and I just kept thinking,
“how many of those poor lonely bastards are still caged in their towers?”
Whether intentionally or not
It was at this moment that my voice betrayed me
Completely consumed by the lit geometry of society
I didn’t feel your attention, didn’t hear your question
But there I was replying to something worth answering
“I hate it here.”
The last word trailing off into the hum of the car engine
Shadowy fingers of night reaching out and grabbing any response given,
I found myself silenced in the despair of confusion
Bewildered by my bizarre state-of-being
You kept driving to the center of everything
The weight of your hesitation creeping over the center console,
Isolating my thoughts to focus on sensing rather than seeing
As we always tend to do
Eyes glued to the graveled shoulder of pavement
Never daring to confirm if you were still in the car with me,
Knowing and questioning through the silence
Feeling insecure and lost in the absence
…
Thinking back, I’m not sure where I meant by ‘here’
The metropolis mirroring my favorites of experience,
Chicago, New York, Dublin, Miami
Visions design a conglomerate of what it is and what I’d like it to be
Claiming architect to discern the meaning, if any
Retelling the story as if there’s supposed to be an epiphany,
Over and over the memories tickle reasoning
As flashes of office lights dance behind my eyes
I am grateful for car rides ❤