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.