I don't know what
it was that triggered...

Time may be
at my fingertips...

I curled up in bed between
my sheets and the moonlight...

If lips were unique like
snowflakes and fingertips...

I stood upon the
golden sand which...

You may be able
to see the bruises on...

It seems
as though your thoughts of me...

How convenient that
you would choose to forget...

I picture your smile, oh, so sweet,
kissing your cheeks, tickling your feet...

Even my heart is
swaying against my...

Pardon my rudeness,
for stumbling across...

I could reach out
and touch you...