I talked to an Indian woman sitting in a similar chair nearby, smalltalk, pleaseantries. She was paying more attention to the computer monitor in front of her. The air was hot despite how high we were, and she was only wearing a yellow bikini top and some kind of long skirt. Finally I wiped my brow and said I had to be going. I left the messy apartment, pushing off the ledge thinking this would be the one time my skates failed and I would fall.

I flew around the building, to what I can only assume was a stepping disc. It took me to a place where there had been a volcanic eruption. I put the towel over my mouth for the ash and proceeded into a twilight looking for someone. I never found them. I got dust in my eyes and woke up rubbing them.

cause I couldn’t cry
cause I turned away
couldn’t see the score
didn’t know the pain
of leaving yesterday really far behind
in another life
in another dream
by a different name
gave it all away
for a memory
and a quiet lie
and I felt the face
of a cold tonight
still don’t know the score
but I know the pain
of leaving everything really far behind
and if I could cry
and if I could live what truth I did then take me there
heaven goodbye

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