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And I drive through dreary streets to get your oil changed.
As you wait at a stoplight to get my dry cleaning.
I know that life is more,
Than waiting.
For the second to pass,
The day to retreat,
To the sea of our memories,
Jumbled up,
Mixed together.
Like us.
With Christmas plays,
And ice creams,
School days,
Inflated dreams.
With dillusions
And contusions.
Hopes and hurts.
Griefs and graces.
Soaps and Bert’s.
Briefs and braces.
Jumbled,
Like us.
So we stay,
Day to day,
Waiting for the second to pass,
Grasping it,
And it is gone.
But you are there,
In the night.
Warm and familiar,
Dreamy and lazy,
Like the sea.
That we have filled.
Spilling towards each other,
All these years.
It exists out there.
It’s gravity changes things.
We stumble,
We stumble towards each other, towards Him.
When I was a kid, I dreamed of a future.
And now all I have is you.
What I wanted the whole time.
Through the graveyard
The couples before us
Together, with no one alive to care anymore
About their wedding,
Or anniversary,
Or mortgage.
No one really cared but them anyway.
But them.
So it dies with them,
Stored in the mind of God.
I want to be there with you.
So that,
When God thinks of you,
He thinks of me too.
When He sees me,
He looks at the one I loved.
You.
My bride who I gave myself for.
Just like Him.
I’ll get your oil changed.
And when I get home you’ll have my shirts.
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