watercolors (blurry eyes)
your face now tells me you don't remember
(your world is refractory)
my earth joy-danced the paths you walked
(where is your true emotion?)
holding my thoughts deep inside
we'll make small talk
and in the evenings
i'll wish i had the courage to call
there is a distance
is that your defense?
maybe if you were fifteen you'd allow yourself to hope
and when you do draw close, i reach out and clasp tight
but still our hearts separate easily
maybe i've never touched yours
holding my thoughts deep inside
i'll be nice to your friends
but when we're all in a circle
i'll be quiet and look most at the ground
there is a distance
and you look to it sometimes
what is so far off?
and why do you not go there?
(selfishly, i'd wish it with me)
i hope there is a future
with good days when you smile for the existence of pinwheels
and bad days when tears come and you don't leave the room
because you are not alone
in your beautiful world
