Trailing Lines

No more elapsed are these affairs we've written and scribed

Notes and index cards reduced to photographs and sighs

Collecting little papers and lines

…In hopes that, one day, they'll be worthwhile in time

I find you in shadowy scenes

I feel the fear through my skin, I feel it inside my veins

You're all I hear in an ensemble of longings

A camouflaged room veils your surroundings

I pay no attention to the surroundings

A whole heart hung out to dry

There are places and places you'll be

…And I'll drop you a line or two to know I care

Though my chest is weak and your breath is bleak

…My heart continues to beat

…How fucking stubborn I am

I love your starry jacket but you keep me up at night

I'd love to find peace of mind but I take things too far

…No, I haven't fell so hard

How'd we settle for sub-par?

I haven't felt so sorry

…For I miss you more than you are

I just want to sleep in your arms

Tell me, when did we lose our hearts?

Mine is racing more than you could ever dream

…Aide-mémoire

…Aide-mémoire

Oh, we was never meant to find it

…That trailing line

Yet, I can feel it

…And I can almost taste your sigh

And yet, I think I see God in those eyes