hempel

all i want inside a car is music. When a favorite old song comes on the radio, i can never hear it past the first few notes. the song, evocative, will take me to the place and time where i first came to hear it. i'll be taken over for the length of the song, and returned when it stops, having missed it, only knowing it was there becuase now it isn't there. the same thing happens when i think about you. although the trajectory is different it is not the past, a past we haven't shared, but the future i am taken to by how quickly you have left.