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Feist - My Moon My Man |
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on my way home, i ran into carlos on the pink line.. who has sprinkled my life with guest appearances through these past years
stopping so we can share moments, as he walks me to my place and we speak politely to each other
and strange because id describe him as one of the few people that seems to fill me with this smile of sincerity
i pride myself on being able to sense peoples energy and understanding a part of their being
and when i see him, i smile, because we've met before,
a lifetime ago, in a different city,
having discussed life and ideas through glances and half conversations of updates
translating to a sort of unspoken understanding of the plight at adulthood .
maybe its his caring eyes or the way he looks into mine when we speak, with out pity, with out anything but kindness
and i enjoy the moments when i can.
at other times, its my self deprecation that makes me think he's about a mile and half in front of me,
with his success, and his life direction and his calm voice.
i say to him im on my way home, from my new job, i say in my most grown up voice that i can muster,
hes on his way home from a soft ball game.
he smiled funny as though holding back a laugh
and told me he'd give me a ride home,
in that car, he points, one that was parked in front of the station, running
and i look at him with a nervous laugh and my comical smile,
tell him my mother said not to get into cars with strangers
and he lets me know its his brother as he hold the door open for me
i slide in and sit as im introduced and shake hands with the driver
he laughs and says he's glad for the half a day,
his company had for the game, and
i say how much at this age we appreciate half a days, reminding us of high school
and he shows a sign of silliness by putting his arms up and says yes
he says oh yeah his team lost, but its okay,
as he apologizes through a laugh and says he's quite buzzed
and almost mumbles the wrong turn to my place
we pull up and i smile a thanks and tell him to enjoy his buzz
and walk out,
with one step in front of the other,
knowing where im going and glad for the people i meet on my way home
that remind me,
how much
i enjoy being here
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