and I'm wandering around with a half pack of cigarettes...
I spoke, without thinking.
You listented.
I questioned.
You answered.
I stared, unashamed.
You hiccuped.
Three times.
I laughed, by accident.
You smiled.
I felt weak, everywhere.
You laughed.
With me.
And then I died a little inside.
I kept talking, because I couldn't think straight. A voice inside told me to shut up but I was too busy remembering every part of your face, every corner of your smile, every tone of your laugh, everything. You felt familiar somehow, all 30 minutes of familiarity. And that was all I had, long enough to know a name, short enough to lose it. But why can't I wash away the mark you left on me? I walked out that day, not turning around for one last gaze. Already, I'm forgetting your face, your hair colour, your adorable laugh, your beautiful smile, your perfect body... all of it.
Memory, it's a baffling thing.
"Searching for the change I lost somehow..."
You listented.
I questioned.
You answered.
I stared, unashamed.
You hiccuped.
Three times.
I laughed, by accident.
You smiled.
I felt weak, everywhere.
You laughed.
With me.
And then I died a little inside.
I kept talking, because I couldn't think straight. A voice inside told me to shut up but I was too busy remembering every part of your face, every corner of your smile, every tone of your laugh, everything. You felt familiar somehow, all 30 minutes of familiarity. And that was all I had, long enough to know a name, short enough to lose it. But why can't I wash away the mark you left on me? I walked out that day, not turning around for one last gaze. Already, I'm forgetting your face, your hair colour, your adorable laugh, your beautiful smile, your perfect body... all of it.
Memory, it's a baffling thing.
"Searching for the change I lost somehow..."