Thoughts in the night
I would wear a blue dress with green peep toe shoes and you could see my red nail polish and you will say “you’re wearing too much colour,” but the tone of your voice woud indicate that it didn’t really matter.
You’d follow me through that alley, you know the one that runs beside my house? we’d walk past the pub and I would remark how it looked better when it was blue and when it smelt like cigarette smoke and stale beer and the ceilings were grey and patchy from the damp. We’d walk past the train station where I used to go to take the 10 minute journey to see you. You would follow me to the park, you know the one where it has the little bit of heaven in the urban city, but the dogs aren’t allowed in that bit, they can’t go in there, remember?
We would climb through the leaves and undoubtedly a branch would hit one of us in the eye and we would draw attention to ourselves. I like it in there, it was always damp on the ground but that’s England for you, I wonder if you’d miss the rain if you had left too. We would drink Tescos value vodka and not chase it with anything, like they do here in America. I don’t like vodka breath but we would both have it so it was fine. You’d snap me on your polaroid. We would kiss, sometimes. Or emotionally torture each other with secrets an tales of others. When we left our hiding place I’d be covered in mud and twigs would be in my hair and it would look like we had sex, but we wouldn’t have.
We would smell of Cigarettes and Alcohol and I don’t like smelling like that, I don’t know if you do, I don’t think it really matters. I would shower, you could come too, if you want to.
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