She drifted amongst stray bullets
dodging left and right the million stampede of roses.
And as such I followed ’til that fateful day
her lips glistened with the light of the day
she opened her mouth and kissed the rain that fell.
She was wearing blue then, no I believe it was pink but then perhaps my memory fails me
or perhaps she was wearing nothing as we normally do in sunday mornings watching the rain melt away the sun.
Yes, now I remember, she was wearing the shirt I gave her oversized and old
She loved wearing them curled on the sleeves ’til I tease her and tickle her armpit.
But then again perhaps my memory failed me
Now I don’t know If she was ever there
or was it a dream that everybody dreams
or was it a longing long gone.
Here’s for the counting of the leaves that fall
the raining in my ears at night
and the eventual sunlight in the misty dusk.
Heres’ to a love that never was.
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