magnolia part 2. you remember
5:06 a.m. - 2002-04-12
i still cant remember the song
the tape i always thought i'd remember.
the tape i can't even find it
12 years later under my stacks of
cd's i cant find it. the tapes are crated away as i download
my 317 songs from my pc
i alwyas thought i'd remember that song.
that song i played for that guy at the end of our freshman college year. the guy at the beginning of the year i thought was cute. the one at the end of the year i finally met before finals. we talked over loud music and plastic mini buckets of beer. and among the crowd he said he wasn't coming back the next year. i almost thought he said he was going off to war.
that night in my room was special. i really wanted it to be. we didn't need beer anymore but both craved music. i wanted to put on something i'd remember. he didn't know the tape i put in - he listened to different stuff.
that tape went on all night. we went on all night. it was the first time it was good. it was technally only the second time i consented. that was the beginning of the year. this nice and cute boy who liked the tape was the first to take me to the end.
that summer i got letters and phone calls on late summer evenings. it was a few years too early for the luxury of cordless phones, so i can't say i remember sitting outside and talking under the stars, but i do remember looking out the door at the streetlight
and feeling the smell of summer air
coming through the living room as i was watching the outsiders. i think i tried to stretch the cord out the door once.
he came back the next year. he came back to be my date for my sorority halloween party. we got lost in a barn maze and drank beer in cups we all had for the party which glowed in the dark. we went back to my room and played that tape again. i don't remember that song, or that tape. but i know we did not talk about email that night. we might have discussed the luxuries of the fax phenomenon (but that special paper is weird)but we were
sophomores and never been to an office party. but back then not many were discussing email at all.
so i looked at my email on that magnolia day. it said ' do you remember me?' that boy came back 12 years later. from his computer screen to mine. from his job and mine. he writes and invites me back to the party and when we first met. asks ' whats the name of that band we heard that night?' he doesn't remember either. now we are both trying to recall. and both now know that we remember those other little things.
magnolia part 2. you remember - 2002-04-12
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