Shake by Chris Blakeley
As we talked in the bar until the lights came up, I tried to make myself remember the song playing on the jukebox. I thought if I did, I could use it later as an door to bring me back to that place. The one night of so few where it was just the two of us. That night that had as many perfect moments as any night ever did. Even as we headed out for our long walk in the rain, I knew I’d never find my way back.
I know where to find you, but I’ll never make my way back there. And what would I do if I did? Every day, I search for that song. Every night I drift off to sleep hoping it will come back to me.
-somewhere looking east
And sometimes, you could find an ordinary message, written in the most beautiful, soul-connecting way on the Brooklyn Missed Connections.
