April 23, 2011

  • I've been living in the moments
    Where grey days look like old photographs
    Where sunny afternoons look like happy movies
    Where the children play and run across the grass
    And yell and scream and try to kick the ball hard
    You've been splitting my days into little slides
    Where the words of a song I heard years ago
    Float up into my brain as I stare
    Into those cat-like, changing eyes
    You could be perfectly everything I've hoped for
    or someone who I can make it work with for now
    but when you sit on the edge of your bed
    hair long, touching those shoulders that I line with kisses
    I try to tell myself, "this time it'll be different".