Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

you won't think about me tomorrow

you never see me for who i am
my blue eyes could be hopelessly red
you might not miss me
even when i'm long gone and dead
i'll be so far away
you won't think about me tomorrow or today
we pass in front of an open door
you don't kiss me anymore
all the days i thought forever would remain
you don't remember my name
when i walk i no longer hear you talk
when you laugh i hear myself cry
there must be an answer but i can't figure out why
my hands reach to touch you
they find nothing solid and pass straight through
there is thin air
once we had each other and now there's nothing there
you never see me for who i am
my blue eyes could be hopelessly red
you might not miss me
even when i'm long gone and dead

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