To be drunk on adrenaline and  then dropped back into the daze is to die before your time. Suddenly the charge of the future is switched off, and life feels like the rusty skeleton of an abandoned amusement  park. No longer does it echo with the sounds of glee and chatter, no more is it filled with the smell of sun lotion and ice cream and lit by neon and cotton candy so pink it hurts your eyes. Now it is empty and silent. You keep trying to find your way out, to locate the parking lot where you know there remains only one vechicle now - your own. As you search, you keep your head down, trying not to glimpse the swooping rides that only a few days before were making your heart dip and soar, and which are now dark and dead and creaking in the wind. You don't want to leave - you never wanted  the place closed down, however much money it was losing, however dangeroys it had become. You want this place to still be vibrant and alive, you want to climb back on the ride - and you do not want to be here to watch the whole edifice crumble to dust.
When you finally find your car, lonely under a solitary lamppost in the vast and empty lot, you want to drive away into the night leaving something  to which you can return in your dreams and in the wistful watches of long afternoons. You want to be able to hear the echo of your own heart, when it last laughed and shouted on the roller coaster of a summer afternoon.
You want to think that maybe, if you were to run back here on the right night, and at the right time, you might find that person still standing waiting after all, smiling that smile and holding two tickets for one last ride - one that might last forever  this time...

[471x384]Hope somebody's parting these feelings with me....