She stands next to me but she's long distance,
Love leaks like oil, I feel her drifting.
Arising each day, my heart rejects its suspicions,
Contemplating, at times overthinking.
Pulling thoughts into submission,
Because she’s the manifestation of my imagination.
A beautiful dream lived only in the present,
And every night she claims my mind, her residence.
Waited patiently, a prisoner of love, I waited my release,
She’s here now, in body at least.
For I see her mind spacing,
The outline of her thoughts tracing.
Remnants of love gone by,
Her eyes dance in the sunset sometimes asking why.
Given secondary devotion, as she ponders his reflection.
As I'm dying to be the only one she sees,
Even as our love fades quickly, as ripples in the raging sea.
Because I could never be the one she needs,
As their history, has yet to be History.
Going deaf to my affections,
Her heart’s no longer hearing this,
When she's made me the comma, and he the period.
