We dropped acid ten o'clock that night. The stars melted under the train tracks. And by the "beach" (Lake Michigan) we tried to make love beneath a wooden sky. Then later, rising to call a cab, shaking so badly I couldn't light my cigarette... on the corner with you, love, your lips torn from mine. It actually hurt to leave you standing there. Tomorrow, I'm leaving. Two thousand one hundred forty six miles... My heart will beat softer when I think of you. (c) 2001 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved