12:30 - :56 8/15/11

[tinpra]

12:30 - :56 8/15/11 covering the phones, bored with a side of fading obsession

Where are you now
now that I'm gone
Do we exist only in dreams
in lines written on pages
Figures brushed on canvas
--we could be one of those
Could have been
could have been

You were long gone
before we ever learned to dance
and I've forgotten how to turn on
the lights in the hallways of
my heart

Forgotten the shape of your nose
the dents in your skull
Your eyes that were always binding
pulling me in every time I thought
this was it, I won't do this anymore
The crooked teeth of a perfect smile
were every secret treasure and whispered goal

Where have I gone
now that you're gone
Did we exist only in fevers
in dreams imagined on hidden stairwells
tall tales told to the people in my head
Were we lines made with brushes and canvas
or figures calculated on a page?