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"... and it hasn't faded,
not for a minute." |
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I remember you. In the trees, in
the car, beneath the sky. Clouds floating
by, other people, pain, excitement - I didn't need to see any of them when
I was lost in you. I remember blue beneath, just as I do green, black,
soft dark brown, grey and when we floated off, nothing. Softness and callous,
a welcoming and a faux cold shoulder; after a short time and a
reminder I could tell the act from the actress and I loved them both. |
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.. still do. |
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the flaw is that you aren't ethereal, you aren't a dream, and I haven't built you into something you aren't, changed within my head who you are outside. I didn't fall in love with a distant thought of who you might or could be or were... all of it, body mind and 'soul' (if we've got them). were was will be are. |
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i can't sleep now because |