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I seem to write the best poems in my head

And I am never fast enough to write them down the way they are supposed to be before my mind has already skipped to the next line.


I try to see your face in the piano keys and am filled with memories that don't exist

Of a future that you and I are in together.

But then the music becomes sad and slow and those future memories are lost in time.

So I hit the replay button to get the happy feelings back.


But even still, there is a profound sadness swelling in my soul that makes me remember feelings I had long ago in a different life for you.

I know that I knew you.

We were separated. We didn't die, but we were separated, perhaps because society at that time did not understand.

Maybe you were a poor farm boy and I was a lady.

That plot seems familiar.

"He was poor. Poor and perfect, with eyes like the sea after a storm."

So that line has been used before. What does that matter?


My eyes are growing tired from staring at the computer screen for so long.

But this is the only way I know how to remember anymore.

The words to this song come to me as if in a dream.

"I watch you, fast asleep.

And all I fear means nothing."

I remember so much feeling, yet I do not remember what you look like outside of my dreams.

There is only so much I can do with the knowledge that you have eyes that change from aqua to blue to grey. I can picture it in my mind, but it is a fuzzy remnant of what

you actually look like.


I am tired now.

I have lost the words.