Strippings

TRACE LINES

One day when this is over, when we're stuck on the floor trying to pick our pieces up
When there's so much shuttered glass on the floor it has cut us both to the point that neither knows whose blood they're standing in
One day when we're racing to the door competing to be "the one that got away"
Don't get me wrong, I hope we last
I really hope we do
And even though forever is an incorrect concept
I hope it is we that defy that concept
But if we don't, if one day this is over
One day when my name is no longer the certainty you need to hear, I'll remember the trace lines; the beginning then the end
Like a map of Africa I won't draw every country, just the outlines, and the physical features.
The lakes & rivers, mountains everything that makes Africa beautiful.
When this is finally over, I'll remember you in bits & pieces
Only in parts where you made me smile, only in parts where we laughed so hard out stomachs started to hurt
I'll remember the nights we made live so passionate, the stars wanted to rip our roof open to watch.
I'll remember kissing you 8litres a day like you're water the doctors recommended.
I'll remember sitting quiet with you and walking away feeling like it's the best conversation I've had.
One day when we unfortunately throw in the towel of this life long relationship, I hope you remember the trace lines
Remember all the nights where my snoring was the lullaby you needed to sleep.
Remember "Rolex" through my gritted teeth
Remember my big brown eyes & the first time you knew
10years from now when someone says my name, I hope you remember the 1000times we practiced it next to yours, remember that sound & how it made you feel
10years from now when you see all my pictures, you compare it with the one you have framed in your mind; do you still think I'm the fairest of them all?
The day the shadows become too dark, the kill our light? As I walk away I'll remember your bright eyes
And they'll be the only guide I need.
The day the author of our story says "no more" I hope we'll only remember the trace lines & the physical features, the things that made us beautiful
When it comes to us: forget the floods, poverty, & famine that make Africa ugly?
When it comes to us, I'll remember us happy.

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