It Was Somehow Unique

I was told to think about the place where my head needs no body and my body needs no brain, as it slips into comfortable, a place where it belongs, a place that holds me as much as I hold it.

Giant Burger was our Central Perk. A place in which you instinctively know the order in which to do things. I can fully feel the plastic covered wood benches and the slippery glossed wooden tables as we stack Ketchup, our ears perked like dogs awaiting our names over the speaker. Still, I can hear the voices of the ghosts our memories have become. The grease still settles in the paper burger wrapping. The fountain soda tastes the same, cold quenching my throat. Yet the bodies whom surround me are hollow unlike ours were. Our hair isn't wet and tangled with the river and our cars aren't lined out front. New bodies replace the booths where we sat. Yet, it still brings me home, because truly, the only thing that has really changed here is me.