ImprintsOfObjectsThatNeverWere

There's a field of green grass, not just a field but a whole huge area of rolling hills, covered in green grass and littered with trees that some higher power left behind without thinking twice, and you and I are laying near one of these left-behinds, letting the shade touch the tips of our heads, and, with our arms behind our shade-touched heads, it gets the tips of our fingers too and suddenly we both know what a pleasant chill feels like.

The clouds warp our distorted philosophies into nicer shapes, just for a little while. I exhale and you could swear it was smoke but I've never laid hands on a cigarette and this incident makes you realize you love me. "If you hold onto something tight enough for long enough," I murmur, my eyes half lidded but still quite aware of the trickery the clouds are committing, "and then suddenly it disappears, for whatever reason, your doing or someone else's, there'll still be an imprint of it on your hand for awhile. A reminder. A temporary scar. And you could swear you could still feel it if you squeezed your hand just a little tighter, but you don't dare to because your hand knows it's gone and doesn't want you to deal with the disappointment."

You turn that heavy head of yours to look at me and catch me examining my hand, examining the imprint that I rather wish wasn't there; we both know I want either to still have the object or for there to be no trace of it. "You aren't crazy," you assure me, and I smile, not with my teeth of course, but still a smile. You'll never admit it to me but this one time, with my hair curled and off my face, you see me for the first time.

You sheepishly grin and show me the imprint on your hand, and I suddenly know we're in the same boat, but not in the water, still under the same tree, the shade hitting us in the same silly places, but in a boat alright. I find myself quite glad there aren't any oars.

Finally I sigh and look at you just once more, and suddenly we can both swear that there just might be an object in our hands.