Works of Fictional Recall
Don’t look at me like I don’t love you,
Your mistrust is a conscious sin.
You stare at me like I see through you,
But from here I don’t know where to begin.
You say your piece and it haunts my dreams,
And I can’t think of words to say.
You cry sometimes and it makes me scream,
I don’t know what else I can do today.
But standing here, all alone,
Looking out over shoreless sea.
I can sing to you the words I know,
And tell you what they mean to me.
You stare at me from a yellowed page,
Ten years since we said goodbye.
I remember you with a mellowed rage,
Funny how with tears we fly.
I’d sing to you if I remembered how,
But the lyrics don’t make any sense.
They all got lost in a sea of Now,
And a multitude of unpaid rents.
But standing there, all alone,
I looked out over shoreless sea.
I could sing to you the words I knew,
And tell you what you meant to me.