Sitting here on this park bench, next to an older lady and a bottle of something. I watch the children play come game of something.

I can hear a song in the distance but I can’t place the tune.
Standing up to walk towards the cafe where I’m meeting you.
It’s been a long ride, right? Like a roller coaster, ups and downs, climbs and free falls. Always something, something.

In the sky blue sky a kite is surfing constrained by his conspirator, a little boy wearing a t-shirt that says, something about something.

I hear that song again, I try to place the tune, singer is humming now, it sounds like something, something I might have heard and sung, in another lifetime, another world.

I catch a glimpse of my lady and my heart still flutters when I see her. It’s something, something in the way she moves…