We drive around the valley,
Singing in the car with windows down.
A cool day: in contrast to the ones that came before.
Possible metaphor for my own life,
The worst of times followed by the best.
We watched the sunset at Ashland,
But missed the fireworks in Piedmont.
Reminds me of not acting in the now,
Holding her hand, telling her I love her.
We lay next to each other in the middle of a tennis court
It’s past 11, but the court is still warm from the day.
Even though my mental state continues to deteriorate.
I feel more and more lost in the infinite sadness.
This moment of some spectacular now.
With her head on my shoulder,
Numbering the stars and setting off smoke bombs.
Kissing as explosions fire off all around us.
Like an artillery barrage at the Somme.
I feel like I am the happiest I’ve ever been.
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