They come and go like rain
Like strangers passing on a sidewalk
Like cracks stepped over
Don’t know them
Don’t stay long enough for more than a taste on the mouth or a smile intercepted meant for someone else
And then that embarrassing feeling
Pretending that wave to someone not there
Acting: “Oh, I thought you were someone I knew.”
I thought you were a day I had
A very good one
When I was in my 20’s
I read the kinky parts of romance novels in line at the supermarket
You were embarrassed but laughed too…
I’d be the guy that uses a time machine to visit the past, and immediately meets a wonderful girl who then perishes in the catastrophe I wasn’t allowed to prevent.
Later, on a beach and down to my last pair of jeans, with a beard and my soles calloused as shells, I’d find a bottle with a message — a heartbreaking message from the wonderful girl!
“My love, meet me at — ” and then a water stain smeared the latitude and longitude, rendering them indecipherable.
Months go by. On my balcony, in Del Fuego, a lizard is sunning itself…
Artsie and loquacious, Luke hangs out at the intersections of humor and regret, ambition and ambivalence, please more wine and jeez I need to lose weight.