when things were still sweet

-_- How do you know that's not me?


And what if,
once you and I have met
and I've solidified within your quantumphysical realm,
that otherme disappears,
replacing me here?
Wouldn't that be weird.


You don't have a lookalike here.
But I'm reminded of you every day
imagine what your voice would sound like
and what you'd have to say


I still fall asleep at night (restlessly)
imagining your presence my side
wishing I could see you when I open my eyes
to get all of the answers to all of my whys
and speak to you with so much more than whispers and sighs
I wish I knew the green in your eyes
and the life behind them, any secrets, any lies, and truths and your surprise


ending


I don't need fantasy and romance
I don't need a script however imprompteau
I don't need song and dance


All I ask for is exchange of ideas
a two-week conversation
and a few rolls of film


oh-- and absinthe.



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