If you called tomorrow would I answer? I don't know, maybe. Seems like yesterday. If we talked would it feel like yesterday? I don't know, maybe. If I saw you would I remember you like yesterday? I don't know, maybe. I look around and remember what I had but gave up. I see what I want but gave up. It's funny how things seem clearer when your vision is gone. Why do I go back to you. I run across the ocean's in my head. The hole never filling up. In the shadowy silhouette, it's your outline that appears. Like a dream or nightmare, it's your skin I see. It's your hair I see. It's your color I see. They all look the same, like in a movie, where the main character flashes to what they want to see. I see you with someone and am filled with jealousy. I hope when you turn around it's your pretty eyes staring at me. Your perfect smile. You turn, and the light opens. The walls fall, glass shatters. If you called tomorrow would I answer? Butterflies of hesitation. I look at the name, and I answer.
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