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Jack Dylan

I never possesed humanity
nor did I think I did
All I thought I really had was
a cheap suit
a few cigarettes
and a drink
to carry me through the night
these things would offer nothing
and i offered nothing in return.
What could I offer the night?,
the black, dark, night,
the night that I knew nothing of
except for the fact that
2 and a half seconds meant a lot there.

My old memories
they came back to me
and not in the way that old memories usually do.
They came back with her gesture
they came back with her hand on my shoulder
they came back with her perfect lips
smiling at me
telling me that she loved me

And then I was lost
I didn't know how to react
I didn't know what to do
I didn't know what was the appropriate thing to do
and I didn't really care
So I took Jane in my arms
and I hugged her
her hair- smelling of cigarette smoke
her hair, deep and black and thick
her hair, the jungle to lose myself in as I had before
to lose myself in with symphony music playing
years ago
in the outdoor symphony
with me- no idea where to go from there
and with her-
right there holding my hand
having no idea where to go herself

But now things are different
now we are all grown up
now, we have responisibilities
and people to account to and
God knows what else.

But in that hair,
in that smell of that hair,
in that hint of that hair,
there was something else lingering under the surface
and we were both trying to figure out what it was.



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