Sinking Feeling

I wanted to see the depths of the old aquarium
We could have held our breaths -and pretended-
And I wanted to touch the sparks from your fingertips,
Enough to shock me just a tiny bit
And we could have wandered through that place, together, where life used to be, but now rust takes its place. We could have stood on those crumbling stones, together, hands pressed against the plexiglass until it fogged, and we could no longer pretend that girls with tight curls and blue-and-white checkered dresses paid two dollars to watch us for a while.

We would walk, hand in hand, without a destination in that abandoned zoo. And then finally we would stumble upon the most magical room: a sphere, a glass sphere where children's fantasies come alive and butterflies kiss the morning lilies. Though the flowers and monarchs and delighted screams no longer occupied that small space, we did...isn't that what matters?

But somewhere in my lysergic fantasies, I lost you.
And I put up bulletins in the ice cream shop, with the owner's permission, because I'm frantic. Please come back home.