We’ll get bicycles. Ride down hills to the river with friends and light candles in tin cans. Go on big wheels with stomachs in cartwheels. Do kissing on cameras and walk till our feet hurt. Sit out in the pouring rain because it’s years since we spoke or we sat down and talked out our past lives or how we’d change the world. Alone, in the back seat with a satellite. And the telephone to tell you that it wouldn’t last. We caught the last train to Bayshore, faces pressed on glass. When I awoke alone in the empty concourse I knew that it couldn’t last. It never lasts. We’ll get overcome with distance and sideways glances in cinemas and taxis. And get stuck with ex-loves in a condo in a city where it’s so cold you can’t speak. And feel so tired, yet so proud, of everyone we know. We’ll get bicycles. Ride down hills to the river with friends. Light candles in tin cans with the trickling sound. I could have been in bare feet the loneliest boy in that town.
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