Author's Note: This takes inspiration from and incorporates the song titles of this playlist by indiel: leopika has got me feelin some type-a way. This is from Leorio's point of view.
A call that gets weird
I dream of you zipped in a body bag.
With terror song besieging my body,
I call you, and there you are: mostly dead,
simply surviving as the world caves in.
Your answer spares me from navigating
the logistics of lovemaking with ghosts,
of following you into the darkness,
my body meeting your soul in places
we'll only now visit in fantasy:
coasting from Cabo to California
in spaceships or in Saturn SUVs.
Nights in Portland, days in Philadelphia,
we're silver-haired in turtleneck sweaters,
reminiscing about all those moments
in the treehouse with our daughter Mary,
on a crosswalk with her twin Sofia.
How far we've come in barren interludes;
I'm not angry anymore they'll never
bear fruit. Romance is boring anyway
so all right, cool, whatever, forget it.
"What do you want from me tonight?" you ask.
I'm grateful we don't have to dance around
the truth that we want more from each other.
"There's something," I say, "about the sunset."
There's something in the orange of the clouds,
in the dwindling scarlet before the sky
darkens. You and I, we must live through this
voyage so that we can revisit it.