i'll be around- you were right about the stars

although i have a lot of work to do, i'm bored. fancy going out? we'll find some dark basement bar and i'll order glasses of red wine, not too sweet but not too dry. the live band will warm up behind us, cymbals periodically crashing and guitar amps humming. when we feel the need for fresh air and the desire to move on really takes hold, we'll slip outside and watch the storm that has been predicted roll across the horizon. when it starts to rain, i promise to take off my shoes and not worry about getting wet- instead i'll focus on how your face is lit by lightening and how each time the thunder crashes you remain perfectly still for that fraction of a second. and i'll pretend that i can stay that still even though we both know it's impossible.

don't wait for me to call.