I lie here Thinking of you And just let the nostaglia wash over me Embracing all the smiling, laughing memories Wincing with the bad and hurtful ones I think of you Perhaps doing the same thing
We knew each other better Than we knew ourselves With every fresh twist our minds took The other knew what was happening And knew how to react. At the end, the twists took different directions With different meanings.
She evades me; she's lost to me Curling like cigarette smoke behind my lids She creeps silently around me Like she knows I miss her, like I need her She smirks and crackles With a static known to me in this hour.