Flashlight In My Pocket
Wherever jealousy, the space program, and a stubborn self worth intersect, you will find him.
A guy loves a girl that he shouldn’t or doesn’t love him back or loves him back but has another boyfriend, or loves him back but can’t take it. You choose.
Rockets launch. Guns are loaded and cocked. Floodlights drench the sky in white. Our man hums to himself kicking pebbles on the ground. He hears Nico singing -
He says to the woman in his head -
“Heard you say the dark’s where we belong. I am here to tell you that you’re wrong. I am here to tell you that you’re wrong about me.”
Our man walks home. The power has gone out. He enters the house blind and searching. He finds what he was looking for and swears. He still smells her perfume. Hearing a sound in the darkness he clicks the thing on. Startled, he turns, shining the light in her face.
Guitars harmonize. Moons form, crumble, and form again. “Is that a flashlight in your pocket?” she asks him. Our man opens his mouth to answer as she continues. “Or are you just …” , well you know what she says.
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