Kevin M. Hibshman writes

erica and i are alone together

she is reading as she always is
picking up some strange information to maybe use later?
i put the clothes into the washing machine and now it's nine o'clock

cloudy and overcast saturday with the music blaring and no one left to care
i travel backwards to more distracting times
my undocumented successes and well-celebrated failures dance as smoke rings over my head

i try to remember friends as i would have liked them to be
we would lose hours talking shit and feeling vaguely free
laying plans from now until eternity
i wrote so many dreams only i would ever see fall
falling
never attempt to catch me

erica and i speak infrequently
we played corn hole (that backyard bean bag game) and william read her cards once
i loved it secretly when i asked her about dating and she replied: "i hate everybody."
erica and i are alone together
she in her room
me in mine
we will kill the hours
we will think about a time before time

Together Alone -- Anil Lakhera