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Perfect Moments In Memory Glass

This is about love.

I watched this movie on Netflix called The Map of Tiny Perfect Things, and it was amazing. Hit me right in the feels. At the end, it was talking about perfect moments, and I realized that I wrote a poem about perfect moments for my middle brother’s wedding – read it during the ceremony, in fact. It’s this:

Eternal Matrimony

I don’t care that you’re running
I know you’re not running away
I don’t mind the mountains you climb
I know you’re not just with me ‘because I’m there’
I don’t mind if you look at another
I know you’re thinking of me
I don’t worry when you’re gone
I know you walk beside me
I don’t care that I may never get everything I want
You are all I need
I’m not upset by the raging river of differences between us
The stepping stones of perfect moments bring me to you
I don’t worry about your past
It brought you to me, and us to this perfect moment
And from this perfect moment to the next
Though our lips part, still we kiss
Though our hands let go, still we touch
Though our eyes close, still we see one another
Though our voices are raised, still we whisper
Of perfect moments and perfect love

In the middle of the movie somewhere, she said she’d only be friends. He wanted more. Unrequited love. And I realized that the moment before it became manifest, the love he felt – the love I feel for someone – is a perfect one. It’s like love is a baseball that can be thrown around and used to play fun games, but the minute it’s unrequited it is like a baseball signed by a World Series winning team. Sure, you worship it, cherish it, look at it from every facet, but you never touch it again, for fear of diminishing its value.

Some perfect moments need to be felt by feeling the feeling of remembering the perfect moment, rather than feeling the moment itself. I’m afraid that reliving the moment itself will eventually make that moment like any moment, one of many, a drop in the ocean, a raindrop in the sky.

A raindrop falling from the vast sky into the vast ocean.

Instead of that one raindrop that causes me and the person I love to smile and laugh and run like crazy for shelter from the storm that just started, and then watching it and listening to each drop, none of them like that first one.

Sometimes an entire person is encased in memory-glass. You can’t go back, you know. You can only remember.

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Help Me Hide The Bodies

I heard around town that my sanity had died
Not yours, just mine, the way I heard it
Where did I get the idea that I could ever finish it?
I took it from somebody who took it from somebody who took it from somebody else

I feel good sometimes
When I say ‘jump’ you say too busy or too tired
Are you the one, or just someone
I dig tonight

I heard around town that my spirit had died
I was pushing it too hard and it finally gave up
Where did I get the idea – well it was mine but considering
I got it from inside me, got it from inside me, got it from deep inside

I feel good sometimes
When I say ‘jump’ you say too busy or too tired
Are you the one, or just someone
I dig tonight

I heard it through the grapevine that my love had died
Every kiss begins with “hey, what are you doing?”
Where did I get the idea that you would ever be with me?
I misread the signs, misread the signs, misunderstood your sighs

I thought I knew what I wanted
At least what I wanted tonight
I’m a five minute phoenix
Dying and coming back to life

Help me

I feel good sometimes
When I say ‘jump’ you say too busy or too tired
Are you the one, or just someone
I dig tonight