11 5 / 2008
A Bit Rusty, But Here Goes
As the spring breeze sweeps the city streets
and the sun lingers longer around the day,
I can’t help but compare the way we meet
and how you make me feel the same way.
So simple like how cream melts in my tea
or the pleasure of a cat rubbing my skin,
being around you seems too easy, so free.
I feel alive and pure inside from within.
Just as those who wait at the terminal gates
to embrace their loved ones after for so long,
the desires in my heart can’t seem to wait
for the time again you’re here then gone.
But when the day clouds turn violet and grey
and the sidewalks melt into shadows strong,
it is only I with your ghost in my bed lay
for it is someone else to whom you belong.
