we're listening to weezer,
sitting together on the couch
("let's go away for a while,
you and i,
to a strange and distant land...")
eating dried mango. this is friday
night. the sweetened fruit passes
between my lips and if i close
my eyes, i am transported back
5 years in time, to an incredible
tropical adventure on the pacific
shores of costa rica. what i
wouldn't give to be back there,
with him, young and living
with total and complete abandon...
late night thunderstorms,
high tide lapping at our feet, and
his arms around my waist. the
kind of thing dreams
are made of
("only in dreams...")
these moments made my heart
race. 5 years later, across
thousands of miles and
moments, it races, still--
here, in this tiny, comfortable
one bedroom, our own small
piece of the city, a warm,
safe space in a cold,
chicago winter... home.
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