And on this moonlit night, many many decades ago, you caught my weary eyes. you stood alone at my favorite college bar, nursing an ice cold whiskey in your grip, a cigarette pursed between your full lips, greasy hair sticking upwards like a character on dragon ball z.
in my mind it was 1975. 'don't let me down' by the beatles played on the radio. 'retro' is what they called it. i called it my favorite song. your head bobbed to lennon's vocals as the cigarette continued to smolder between your lips.
the light from the moon struck your face, casting a dark jagged shadow on your soft boyish features. you looked like a child lost in a shopping mall.
looking for any kind of direction home.
perhaps... perhaps that's what drew me to you.
we sit by your bedroom window. me, wide eyed staring at the gorgeous view in front of me. you, high as a kite with your head resting in my lap. you look up and smile before pulling me in for a kiss. and in that moment, i could swear i finally felt whole again.