Passing by
Without even a glance
Without even a thought

Its you everyday

Its not just you
Its everyone

No
I was not just
A chapter in your book
I was a sentence
In your whole
Bookshelf with millions of books

And of course
I'm on that page
Of the dusty old book
You haven't opened in years
And of course
You haven't even bothered to
Reread the book
And you don't even remeber
The storyline.

Sometimes i think it would just be easier to
fall asleep and be carried away by the
gently rocking sea
but when i'm straddling the thin line between
life and death
i realize that i'm not strong enough to fall
either way
so i'm stuck imagining myself drowning in
the blueness of his eyes
and being tucked into bed by the sound of his voice
stealing through my window

Its so hard to let go
when its so easy to remember
as I watch other fragmented memories
numerous as grains of sand
shimmering on the shore
getting buried by the tides
of new thoughts
seeking beauty in its destruction
but the fires have died
and my eyes
never really have adjusted to the darkness

things i have begun to remember:

the last time i stood in full sunlight
i felt like i was drowning

the last time i swam upwards
i broke the rough surface, gasping for air
and you were there

i have not met your eyes
in a year and a half
at least, not in person
and this brings me to my knees
and in my head, i hear you
saying drink

the last time i stood in full sunlight
i was drunk and drowning in you