La Mont

It had been a sad week in a sad time
when the nights were too long and the days too dark.
I had been dancing alone, watching myself in the mirror,
imagining someone by me.
After a sad week in a sad time,
when the world’s greatest power is at war,
and the world may end suddenly,
I suddenly found myself riding a motorcycle;
feeling on purpose the cold air on my face
My arms squeezed too hard the one who took me for the ride,
as I wanted to squeeze him harder because he made me laugh.
The people who are usually around went on vacation,
as they travel somewhere else,
I travel in my imagination--
in this semi dark room I wish you were here to make me laugh again.
And yes, I’m too weird,
as I write about an unexpected beautiful day after so much rain.