Just A Moment

I need another
moment.

More time
in that beat-up
car,
blasting 
30 Seconds to Mars'
"Kings and Queens"
with you.

One moment,
screaming at the
height of our
lungs,
following the words,
feeling the music.

Shout-screaming
all the lyrics out
the windows in
the cool, cool
night,
hoping for the
flashing of
crimson and 
blue.

Bright blue.

Daring them
to take us
down.

I need another
moment.

More time
in that old,
tan Grand Prix,
frozen in the
worn leather
seats,
embracing
"Kings and Queens
of fortune",
being "the victims
of ourselves".

One moment,
cruising with all
the windows
down, with the 
dusty skylight
open, 
feeling the coolness
of the night
seeping into our
favorite pairs
of jeans,
stopping the tears
on our cheeks
in their places.

I need a 
moment.

One more
time.

I need another
moment,
all of us,
in that car
together again,
separately feeling
the barren hope
of being.

Five of us,
crammed into
that little
compact car,
experiencing
the magic of
music,
flowing through
us all as we
felt so alone,
being all
pressed against
each other,
our jeans
and cut-off shorts
threading together
as our bones
rubbed and pojed
through our skins.

I need one
more moment,
just one.

All of us,
in that car
together,
being.

Existing.

Just that.

Just.
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