one day

I wish there was some magical spell that could put me right back to he month of August. I was infinately happy with Him. It was like the love affair all of the old movies of my childhood had promised me. A tormented little girl, A rugged boy from the wrong side of town. It was perfect. I miss Him. I miss Him, but his train has already departed, and i’m left on the platform covered by a shroud of smoke and other goodbyes. Standing, Shocked, waiting for the madness to dissapate so I could fall into myself. In the fantasy world, I would be with a much wiser older man who could discuss curent events and issues, and someone who I coud fall into bed with every night noon and day and never feel a tinge of sadness or a flash of my past.