With eyes closed to block out the young shades of yellow and orange I can still smell summer and its mature shades of green and blue I begin to wonder if we can ever get back to where we were
Letting you see my eyes was the mistake I made
A cave in the mountains
With a silence that deafens and loneliness that comforts
Some place where my only friend is the wind
Long conversations that echo
Gone and forgotten
I feel cagey in the place between the edge and the fall between the knowing, understanding and the forgetting between doing what's right and what's dangerously satisfying between love, hate and muse
When I’m done telling this story,
what will be left of me?
I long to stand where you have stood stand naked where you have stood naked to feel the lack of space between us so close time quickens and skin tightens ah, to hear your voice making love to my ears with your music stirring echoes of what has been what never was to feel your eyes on me examining me, contemplating me seeing right through my façade to breathe from the same pool of air inhale your exhale deeply, I long
I write for you
for your ears
no one else’s
You know who you are
are you listening?
do you hear?
can you feel what I’m trying to tell you?
do you care?
How does it feel to be you?
Knowing how I feel about you.