Memories of far off places,
Now belong to another time.
Counting stars while playing tug-a-war with my heart.
Alone in the dark,
Left for the shadows to swallow me.
Believing one day our souls would meet again
Pretty darling, why did you leave?
A dream is all he is now,
Vivid and lively... but my mind is aware of the visions that misguide me.
Still, I hold onto his presence in my head,
And make it last until I am forced out of bed.
Waking up with his face crystal clear in my mind,
Brings a warm sensation I have not felt in a long time.
Then I remember he was but a figment of my imagination.
No matter the desire to have his soul next to mine,
No matter how much I wish to tackle him to the ground and share a kiss we never found,
No matter the compulsion I have to find him,
And carry a jukebox on my shoulders that blares a lovesong some the eighties.
He is gone until his path finds me.