Monday, October 9, 2006

Winnie Cooper Revisited

Terminal G in Anytown, Global World...
...waiting for your craft to touch down...
...I'd be just as surprised if it was a plane or halo cloud that landed...
...you've been a ghost my mind for ages...

There's a part of me, hun, that sees you as a figment of my imagination...
...a translucent memory... slowly fading from my soul...
But, there's a part of me, hun, that sees you every waking second of the day...
...able to come out and play at a moments notice...

I sit here in the quiet of the choas that surrounds this hanger...
...screaming children, running businessmen, parting couples...
And I'm here trying to make sense of the events that shaped our lives...
...and led us now to where we are...
Only been here for a moment; but the heart doesn't keep track of time...
...but, hun, eight years has been a minute and a decade, all the same...

Yet, as I sit here, it feels like I can write a movie... or a book...
...or a series, Season Five
When we were so young, we knew those were the best days of our lives...
...but we never took the bait, let the tackle dangle for life...

The silver glider reaches home, as I stand to greet you at the gate...
...Eight years feels like a second now, hesitation is the furthers action from my mind...
Terminal G is finally exiting now, the passengers rushing towards the light...
...You see me first and drop your bags, we have finally made the catch...

We talked each week for all these years, so not a secret kept on either end...
...when the embrace is broken, and take a step back, I introduce you to my wife...
...and to my daughter, who just turned three...
...we all stand together in abstracted glee...

Yet, as we all walk to my car...
...me and you, hun, look towards the stars...
...to think what could have, should have been...
...Me, as your Kevin... and You, as my Winnie...

Sometimes the fairytale isn't told how everyone wishes it could have gone...
...with sunshines and rainbows and pots of gold...

That night, as I lay under my sheets...
...my mind thinks back to what would have been...
...if we realized it sooner... or realized it better...
...but I know in my heart Winnie so-and-so, wasn't right...

...best friends, best friends forever...

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