Dolores has heart-shaped sunglasses
And a tattoo that reads carpe diem
Oblivious to when she got it,
She tells me that she must have
been in a happy kind of place—
A place too unfamiliar to her.
As if I understood her ennui
I listened to her stories and nodded
Could she possibly be invincible?
Is she not like most other girls?
To mistake her for flirting was the first problem—
The next to watch her hysterical cries for help.
We sat around one cold busy group of locals
To find that we were two warm idle strangers
It was an unlikely pairing indeed, us,
Able to tell each other the truth,
Able to admit our feelings;
It went hand-in-hand all the same.
I know we all live a life of sin
We all say on thing but mean another
We all want a happy future—
But is it wrong to wish that life,
In all it's stunning yet strained space,
Could move on and love without me?
You have never heard of an island
with as much grace in your life—
But I have, and I see it shining on through.