Jun. 3rd, 2005
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Jun. 3rd, 2005 10:24 amIn Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses ( row on row )
--John McCrae
Do I love the songs because I miss the boys, or do I miss the boys because I love the songs?
I'm starting to forget what the boys looked like, but I still play the songs every day.
I miss the possibilities of being 20. I miss the newness. I miss the freshness of the Athens spring. I miss the cracks and swirls of an acid trip. I miss the halo around the full moon. I miss singing Bob Dylan songs on Lipscomb Bridge. I miss seeing Polanski films for the first time on the big screen.
But no, I don't think I really miss the boys themselves all that much. At least not more than any of that. There will always be boys: new boys, different boys, better boys. But there will never again be that full moon on Lipscomb Bridge in early June, 1990.
Between the crosses ( row on row )
--John McCrae
Do I love the songs because I miss the boys, or do I miss the boys because I love the songs?
I'm starting to forget what the boys looked like, but I still play the songs every day.
I miss the possibilities of being 20. I miss the newness. I miss the freshness of the Athens spring. I miss the cracks and swirls of an acid trip. I miss the halo around the full moon. I miss singing Bob Dylan songs on Lipscomb Bridge. I miss seeing Polanski films for the first time on the big screen.
But no, I don't think I really miss the boys themselves all that much. At least not more than any of that. There will always be boys: new boys, different boys, better boys. But there will never again be that full moon on Lipscomb Bridge in early June, 1990.