The mind, a dormant stone

This was it. Halos over our heads, smoke rings of laughter. We exchanged names, songs, goals of the future.  You saw I was Europa, you shared your Griffin. There was future. More light beaming from our eyes, indenting our souls with a fondness for all things. "You write ? I draw. You karaoke ? Me too. Which song?" "The Doors. I love The Doors." "Me too. Which song?" "I really love Crystal Ship. That's my favorite." "Mine too...it's so beautiful. Oh my God, let's hear it!" I pulled out my phone, the songs were limited. We squeezed together to share the sound, toasted cigarettes, absorbing more of the moment. Then, we recognized each other.

Tonight we were destined to sit next to each other. Neither of us thought to look, only to listen to the music and enjoy a smoke. I retreated from my friend to mesh into the bricks behind me. I'd tap my head to the beats, wishing to conjure up music to feast on a nighttime lullaby. I just took control, like I always do. "Hey DJ. Do you have any Doors?" He nodded. "I don't want Light my Fire . Too commercial. I love it, but I want to hear Whiskey Bar , or Roadhouse Blues ...or Crystal Ship . I love that song." Then it played. I walked out to greet Jennifer and her panting civilians wanting a shot. She laughed. "Alright! The Doors are on! Woohoo!" More smokes, more lights shared under the sober moonlight. The crowd gathered around Jennifer, more lighters swapped pockets, and they laughed. A peering eye, and a lean forward, "Did someone say, ' Justin ' ?" We gave head shakes... "Ummm, no man." Well allllllrigh...