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-Wendy Cope, excerpt of "From June to December" (A Summer Villanelle)
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I dream of her a lot now, she’s there in my most random thoughts. I’ve chosen to let her run around and have her time in my mind.
I’ve spent the better part of three years with the girl that I’m with, and we’ve made it through deaths and depression but I don’t feel reality with her unless I’m around her, and even now I have the dreams of a different woman that takes camp in my head.
I’m in a new good job and I’m doing well, I’m going through some bills and paying them off. With everything going on I’m starting to have time to sit and think about what i have become; a well rounded person instead of the punk rock crazy guy i once was. But her punk rock dreams leash into mine.
I’ve seen her, as the concerts I was having too much fun to stop and introduce myself. She is real, I’ve ran into her in mosh pits, I’ve not stopped to say anything though.
Now I might find her, at a venue or a bar, hopefully. But I’m sure she’s not looking for anyone.
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She tore me down and left me there, wouldn’t build me back up and didn’t care, wrapped up in a trial I guess ill not see the while she swore she needed, ive been defeated
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