secrets…

found this…

where…

does it matter…

guess not…

you wanna explain…

means nothin’ to me…

nothin’…

nope…nothin’…things come to pass…we forget why we did things…we forget things we did…try to anyway…

and that’s why…

I hid it away…hopin’ it’d never be found…like some drunk hidin’ a bottle…some suspect with a gun…

were you gonna send it off to her…

don’t know…thought ’bout it…seein’ what the response would be…whether or not she’d remember me…been so long…we used to be close in high school…told her my secrets…she told me hers…and we would stay up all night talkin’ ‘neath the Moon down by the lake…bottle of cheap red…cigarettes we’d swiped from our parents…sittin’ on the hood of an old Chevy…waitin’ for the Sun to come up…

when was the last time you talked to her…

been years…she headed out to California to persue some kinda dream…wanted to be a movie star…I took off to Chicago just to escape a small town…used to talk long distance all the time…she’d call…I’d call…we’d talk for hours…just like we was back down at the lake with that bottle of wine…tellin’ each other tales…made-up fantasies ’bout how we were both on the verge of bein’ real American success stories…how we were both gonna grow up to be famous…

what happened…

she stopped talkin’ one night…wouldn’t answer my calls anymore…don’t know what happened to her…wrote her that letter tellin’ her how I felt…told her that I wanted her more than anything in the world…

never mailed it…

we all have our pride…figured she’d met somebody…some Hollywood type…some big shot in show buisness…these thoughts crossed my mind…jealous thoughts…mean thoughts…made up fables of how she got away…why she left…

still think ’bout her…

time to time…’round three o’clock in the mornin’ sometimes when you’re asleep…when you’re dreamin”bout somebody you knew from your past…

yep…I do sometimes…

I guess we’re human…

guess so…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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