Eager To Mount

We sit in proper positions,
Careful to follow what two should do,
Having premonitions.
Should-nots keep entering my focus train,
Boarding my whispering locomotive, after years of separation.
I was unaware of this current strain before now.
I want it to pull me sideways.
Not to prevent the idea of chaos from entering my byways.
Ours is the moment,
And you have me beat.
Properly propped up in our seats.
Anticipation mounting,
You derailing.
Deluded thoughts and memories spill out of our cups
As we do a proper toast.
I feel entranced by your stare.
I miss you the most.
I see the same look,
Behind the same eyes,
The same person.
Carrying a deepness, gratefully.
I look down at beer in tea-cups, sloshing endlessly.
Keep staring.
The time didn't stop.
The crickets keep chirping outside your door.
In these moments I wish for a distraction.
I came seeking the strange, inside was a fraction,
Of what I knew.
Time flies while eagles cry, with talons.
We clench our cups and keep staring.
I wish I was on your floor,
A cigarette hanging from my teeth.
My head is busy twisting,
And I miss.
Dragging thoughts through anxious chaos,
Too eager to mount.
I fall,
Attempting to please the dropout.
Ours was the moment,
While the world kept turning.
Separate ways we wander,
Down a dizzily spinning street.