Walk Off The Buzz

A few days have passed and the buzz has died down. I lie in bed and remember how comfy we were in bed together - and how she told me that even her little bed was perfectly fine because I was in it. I go about my business, only thinking of her for minutes, seconds really, at any given time. I parse my memory for only an instant and then she vanishes again, like all the other times. Her green eyes and curly hair show themselves as I drift off to sleep, but in the morning are all forgotten. Time passes rather quick now, with changing scenery, jobs, people and places, so forgetting is much easier than in past months. Now more than before it feels like a dream, a book, something I knew of once through a friend that I accepted as reality, but was just a deep amazing fantasy that was only in words and pictures. I still have no regrets, and if asked to do it over I think I would. The feelings were not comparable to anything I've known, and I'd do it over in a second. Carpe Diem . .