Guess I Was

Never was a third reminder. Keeping it around for no reason in particular and have been doing so anyway. Maybe the line of vision wasn’t clear after all or at least that could explain it. But that’s only assuming we still think about it.

It’s into the brain first. The outside table was almost about to lift up – would’ve been toppled coffee cups and all that. Almost. Might have been nice though. Wonder what it looked like from the inside. Or how it sounded like to anyone else. But can’t help the lurching still: voluntary, involuntary… and all over again.

The same old tracks too. Or at least in the way we fashioned them in the space of that time. All the associations, reappropriations. When it was just nothing more than a few minutes really. Before waiting for the bus, slipped back into the underpass and looked up; saw. Light before the eyes but it’s already all over the head. A breath in and a nothing out.

Still there though. There goes the glide in slo-mo. Beautiful stuff and the right cutting and right color. Here’s a sea of black and white and a tall glass of Pellegrino to pass the words. Throw in an afternoon and perhaps a good few years too late into it. According to them, it’s half of the way which means half of where they’re getting to but also enough to make an up-in-the-air lunchtime invitation. Let’s say, if the curtain hadn’t so happened to be there or if the tube hadn’t so happened to break into a million pieces across the room, then what? Then we’d all have a whole set of new things that we could postulate if it hadn’t so happened. Doesn’t help the lurching still: voluntary, involuntary… and all over again.