"Close your eyes...
What do you remember?"
I remember the rain.
( That falls upon her skin. )
It's closer than my hands have been.
I remember the rain.
I remember the wind.
( That ripples through her clothes. )
It's closer than my shadow.
That afternoon.
( We hid inside her father's car. ) Disguised with the pink that lay beneath the sky.
Smoking on a cigarette.
( Halo on her silhouette,
baby looked so divine. )
Bathing in the city light.
Feet upon the window sill.
( Sitting like an angel still. )
I use to feel so much that I would ache.
( Oh God, and her smile... )
Now I've figured out the walls,
surround a heartbreak.
"Open your eyes. What do you see...?"
An eight word plea to stay gone.
- I would not survive you a second time. // ~ Hail
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