A year ago today I woke up in a bed that was more familiar than my own, stumbled out of it and stumbled all the way to work...no, that's incorrect. But that was true of a night over a year ago today.
A year ago today was the day after I met you but you didn't remember. It was also the day after the Ginrod released drunken tears in rememberance of memories past and instead of listening intently, I snuck in text messages telling the boy I wanted to dance up on him. 2007 was never destined for emotional greatness...
A year ago today was the day after he bought champagne which flowed freely, as if holding onto NYC decadence, work hard and play harder mentality, all the while knowing that a year ago today at 8 am he'd have to go start the army process.
I liked New Year's in Israel. I liked starting the New Year in a new place. I think that even though I would complain about going to Lima Lima every Thursday night, I enjoyed going there more than most places in Manhattan. I miss you, oh ghosts of 2007. But I am a ghost of your 2007 as well.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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ouch! and i thought you were a good listener... (sigh)
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