You’re soaked in bleach for a trend,
acid burning holes through jeans.
You flaunt faded tie-dye tees that
used to be more vibrant.
It stings your eyes to hide
that now forgotten shade of brown.
Insides burned like an exploding sun,
a boy’s haircut on a nine year old girl!
Curls chopped to the ears… Please,
turn away to laugh at that last line.
Some memories fade much faster than scars
from canning on our old dining room table.
It’s so strange how
you pound in my head
when you’re not around.
Wish I could see you,
do you think more of me?
Just wait, think and wait.
Patience, I will sit and wait.
Every time I think it’s over
I come over and end up all over…
Laughing, touching, all that’s required is here,
in your face, smiling and unafraid.
Maybe this time.
Maybe this time.
Maybe this time.
Maybe this time
I’m ready this time…
All we are, moments tangled in time,
I only think of you.
Can’t get us off my mind,
how strange…
I laughed at you
you smiled back,
and all I wanted
was to take a nap.
You make me feel
like we are ten,
and we are sneaking
out again.
I lose many minutes,
dreaming of you,
and many more thinking,
“how impossible…”
“…true.”
I wish it were different,
with a tinge of the same.
Same smile, different meaning,
real kiss, not a dream.
