first day of summer what a beautiful night that brought along with it a familiar scent, that has been caught in the breeze. a scent that is coupled with memories of those summer days of youth. forget philosophy forget the politics, but remember the road to the west just remember those days when you wanted to be free. against the odds or with them. whether you took those chances or not just remember that wreck, and the tangled bodies. intertwined together like the threads of fate, if you believe in that sort of thing. if memory serves me well, then it was a drink, just one drink. thats when i saw you on the couch. then it was a couple of more for courages sake. Concerned faces looking over, faces not so familiar. Asking for a name, a place, for anything you could possibly recollect, but its all locked up in the distance. your mind speaks for itself. laid down and strapped down. as your vision blurs, you fade into the flashing red light. our hands were woven together down low in the absent of light, i was your secret shame. but you were also mine. we were never anything more or anything less. you breathe in the fresh air but it feels like its running out, and your vision struggles to grasp, heaven? with the halos of light surrounding a dozen faces, where else could you be? the angels say not to struggle, but you rather not go down with out a fight which only brings to mind a dozen of broken promises, yours and mine. we'll always return never quite the same. you and me, untill we burn those bridges. You leave that place of mercy or compassion, and see her standing in that parking lot. you can breathe, just breathe. I for one will never forget, but where are you now?