In Continuum.

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Did I drive you away?
I know what you'll say
You'll say, "Oh, sing one we know"
But I promise you this
I'll always look out for you
That's what I'll do

I say "oh"
I say "oh"

Let's take a little time off now,let's go back to the end of last year when the skin around my stomach was tight,the nine course dinner was wonderful.The taste of the vanilla ice cream was still under my tongue,rolling around the walls of my mouth as i tasted the cold winter air,the last taste of this wonderful year.

I waited at the side of the road as my mother paid for the dinner.She insisted,because it was my uncle and aunt's wedding anniversary.How long has it been,thirty years?Yeah,they have been married for thirty years,and we were just speaking around the dinner table about marriages.My uncle was saying how hard it is for him to imagine my sister being married,which i shared my silent sentiments with."In fact," he finally said,"He might even get married first!" while pointing to me with a fork.Not that i am complaining,but it was a weird conversational topic around the dinner table.Can we talk about new year resolutions instead?Because really,it was flipping the food in my stomach,and i only just recovered from an upset days ago.But it's true though,any marriage under ten years nowadays still has the chance of breaking off,as he later pointed out.So true though,so very true.

Anyway,after the steak dinner i was standing at the side of the busy street.The wind was particular strong that night,and i stuck my hands deep into the jacket pocket.Across the street was a little cafe,which was situated perpendicular to the road itself,with a sidewalk in front of it,and benches in rows before it.There were a few brave customers before the cafe,wuth their gloved hands cupped around warm coffee cups,and tapping their feet to the live acoustic performance of a single guitarist.He was sitting on a high chair,with the guitar in his thighs,plucking a Christmas tune.He was a great guitarist as i could tell,and the customers at the cafe were mesmerized along with me,all the way from the other side of the road.

My heart is yours
It's you that I hold on to
That's what I do
And I know I was wrong
But I won't let you down
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah I will, yes I will…)

I said "oh"
I cry "oh"

There were children and couples there in front,running around while others sat quiet.They had one of those sparklers,extra long ones each in their hands.They waved those around,a trail of sparks followed the stick here and there.The girl wrote something in the air i didnt catch,and repeated that a few times until the boy smiled.They hugged closer together,feeling the thick fabric of each others' coats against themselves.The kids yelled and screamed,grabbing at the failing sparks in the air,but never quick enough to capture the temporary beauty.They dance in the cold night air to the resonating sound of the guitar in the air,the sparks continued to fall to the tiles.It was a beautiful sight,and right there and then,i had a thought.

I missed you,and i really wanted to go home.Home being,the little space between the span of your two arms.I've been away for too long i thought,as i saw those yellow sparks shoot off the metal rods.But i know,as deep as my palms went into my pocket,i knew that i was going home soon.Just you wait my dearest,just you wait.

Yeah I saw sparks
Yeah I saw sparks
And I saw sparks
Yeah I saw sparks
Singing out

La,la,la,la,oh...
La,la,la,la,oh...
La,la,la,la,oh...
La,la,la,la,oh...