What is going on here?
Why are you so close to me
but miles away.
Why is my morning smile...
my mourning smile...
met with disdain
and grudging emotion
displayed like a mural
on the face I love to look at.
Why does everyone stomp around
unwilling to even pretend
like today could be a good day
unwilling to believe
that they could be happy too.
Why drag me down?
Why make me fall head over feet
and then turn away
not listening
not feeling...
You won't remember me when I am gone...
but will I remember you?
Will I carry with me
every emotion of loss, hatred, and of lust
that you drove into me,
like a newly tempered sword
still steaming from the fire...
Will I sleep and dream of you?
Will I think of your smile,
your eyes,
your words...
Yes.
I will not forget a thing...
not forget a smile
or a frown...
a word spoken in love,
or in anger...
I will remember every fight,
every second of enrapturing passion
when we speak...
when we pretend
that everything is okay.
that tomorrow will just be another day...
that maybe tomorrow I will wake up
and see you,
and you will be glad of my company
you will remember my name
and everything about me that you know...
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