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You were there again just like before your eyes shifted a bit your smile still warm as that March madness the pile pastel poker chips the smell of disguarded cigarette butt's the feel of a bus station in back of a tavern corvette parked shiny Eldorado it's been awhile since I seen those horses moving fast underneath the city lights it's all rather cunning knowing this day will always remain till the end of time through beeping machines the heart the mind reaching for the soul to stay awhile continue to replay this moment in time why this moment filled with your last breath last kiss of life though the depths of chartered places hidden traces of what one would believe to be simply memorable finding out that none it was real none of it mattered it was savored rekindled relived revisited awakened beneath rows of palm trees those horses returned to the beach racing down the shores of remembrance finally embracing the air of dawn nothing special the bus station that drive that way the night swayed with day opening the sky as time flew by landed exactly where we left it funny how life moves us bringing us right back doesn't matter black Eldorado black seats White Eldorado with red seats finally white Eldorado with white seats and you're still standing there holding the door open for me looking over your shoulders pulling off as though you were leaving tomorrow behind ending up right back to yesterday decades and decades ago your heart still beating at a smooth age of 55 driving fast past your 60s 70s 80s slowing down at 90 in my drive way rushing through my limgerie drawer doing 100 in a turning lane standing still cause you have to have workers acting as your legs arms hands to reach me age  limitations nevertheless your workers hired to push my buttons so I never forget you us how does it feel to know God has planted you here with me forever watching me put on my red lipstick in the mirror while you adjust the rear view mirror and pull off again amazing journey watching you drive off back to the future bringing 1985 back to the Frontline back to You tell me the truth be honest when you are going through my lingerie do memories come rushing back giving you more time on this earth to dream of the pastels memories keeping you alive giving you a reason to live who were we really a mini skirt red lipstick nice pair of jeans an Eldorado a cigarette a jukebox two agents parked the calmness of night crawling under day 1985 was the best you ever had you can't change it don't be angry forcing me back there times were simpler than it was ours no one else's I relive it too everyday but I can't remain there that would mean erasing decades and decades leaving me forever within my novel written 1985 it truly is a great novel that I never put down it became a great read of memories I stored over the years you hated that while you were writing the men behind the man I wrote our story from buds22 to the arcade Jim's glass pizza bill Kaplan clothes checker cab yellow cab the silver dollar lounge Lil Pete's homestead greatlakes train station family billiards Jerry's repair shop fbi agents where everything exploded our romance on a wire tap all those years amazing but I can only feel so blessed I survived
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