put them by the tv

[methrowrock]

Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better if our lives were parallel lines. Our days running alongside each other, as our gazes uncoiled the endless vector ahead. We would be aware of a faint galloping presence out of the corners of our furtive eyes, of course, but we would be too busy marveling at the fields of flowers unfurling themselves towards the horizon. Or we would bellowing at each other with squinted eyes, the winds whooshing past and whipping our faces like noisy rascals. It would be perfect. Trundling and chugging across our individual tracks: close but not close enough, belching and billowing under the same sphere of sky. Instead, our lives did intersect. And to continue on our linear trajectories would mean traveling further and further away from each other. I will follow the aging salmon sun, and you will witness the bleary stirrings of daybreak. Soon enough, I will cease to hear your footfalls and your rumblings across crunchy gravel. (If we were trains, and we are, because we eat gasoline dreams for lunch) And what I will have left of you would be vague thoughts about how that smokey cloud by the north star used to mean something to me. It would be an itch niggling and wiggling beneath the epidermis of my memories. And one day, the itch will simply disappear, as would that pall in the sky. Dissolved or dispersed, I wouldn't know nor care. Neither would you. But I hold on to the hope that not all roads are perpetually straight. That we would eventually curve around mountain-bends, and screech to a halt, just in time to burp fumes in front of each other all over again. What a hot mess this post has been. Would and will, wood and weal.