Missed Connections in New Orleans
Alas, unrequited romance bloomed into
the budding blossoms of promise for two souls lost
in back alleys and vomit stained streets
seeking solace in the bottle- cradled bosom
that used to hold our hearts captive.
I found you upon my porch
Seeking reprieve from spite’s spitting rage
Finding Dylan’s shelter in my arms.
I promise that the reverence I hold for your spirit
is the solid foundation for the continuation
of our steps.
Your smile still feeds me as it has since the beginning.
Missing no more, our soul strings connect and intertwine.
I love you.
Never a stranger one, always.
May the myth of our love outlive us in this city of fleeting, broken hearts.
Throughout our lives beginnings and endings come together and double back on one another creating the seamless line of a circle. We can experience the moment looking forward and we can also experience a moment looking back. Sometimes, like in this reversed piece of music from Boards of Canada, both directions can prove equally appealing.