Everyone Gets a Star

the week started heavy.
another grind.
no moon in the sky
the usual trials, tribulations, and all that.

as the week end approached
you asked me out for drinks

from there
everything went vertical

three nights of
unconfused
honest
drunken
comfortable
exploding
simple
elicit
fun

the kinds of times
you know, sitting somewhere
having a smoke
years later
you'll suddenly laugh
and smile;

recalling the stupid jokes we were making
in the middle of the night
while walking back to your half empty apartment
full of boxes, ready for your move to the big, big, city.
recalling wrestling in the blankets for the Iphone so i would stop looking up soccer scores, which i was just doing to annoy you.
recalling waking in the morning
next to you, tired and yet, excited.

I was happy to help you today
on your way to the upper west side
still inebriated from the night before
dragging mattresses and coffee tables
to the truck
still laughing
still happy
I wished you the best of luck
and I fucking meant it

we both knew
it was just a weekend

and that made it everything
and leaves us with all this something
that we can make into anything.

I did lose my mind for a moment
this afternoon though.
I awoke on my couch,
the book I was reading
and a spilt drink
were lying not so casually on the floor
where my exhaustion had not so carefully placed them,
before I had drifted into a peaceful sleep.
you were probably stuck in traffic.

I lost my mind.
I had dreamt that it was still the weekend
and we were heading to our respective homes
for just a moment
after a bite to eat
to change our clothes
and update our friends on our respective great weekends
before going where ever.

upon waking
it was such a crushing realization
that this excitement
so tangible not long ago
was now lost in the realm of the intangible.

it is strange
how you can be so at peace with the reality of a situation
as content as Walden siting on the shore of his proverbial pond,
and a simple dream
can throw you into a staring match with
a Dante-esque inferno

I walked it off.
got a drink.
had a few cigarettes.
and became quite content once more.

even though
we will probably not return each others correspondence
or go to the Central Park zoo
or walk the halls of the MET
with your trickling laughter following us
like a calm breeze