how cruel can time be
to sew together two hearts
a decade apart

Imagination's beautiful
It can turn a stick into a sword
A tree into a giant fort
And a bike into a Ford
It can even change yourself you know,
You can turn yourself into a spy
Or a hero with a suit and cape
Or a pirate with one eye

Or a joke
And a failure
And a man with a future bleak
For imagination can be a curse
And a reason that we're weak
It makes me think a laughing crowd's
Subject matter must be me
It makes me weary constantly
A devil in my head
Did she say she'd die for me
Or that she wants me dead?

You're getting married on my birthday this year.
I'm just saying that it's weird,
And I don't mean to pry,
Or ask you why.

I just remember the time,

when,

You were all I thought about,
And all my friends laughed aloud
When I told them I loved you after only knowing you a few days.

I can see why now, but that felt real;
You felt chill.
And after a long time without love
You were the only thing I thought of.

What I'm trying to say is ,

I still think about you.
Not in any particular way but you pop in and out,
Like a visitor that forgot their keys on my couch.
And I don't have any feelings or regrets.
I'm just saying you had an effect.