Looking back
And looking forward
Were always so different
Light pours naked hot on leaves that lay dead
Fire breathes lustily on red which rides of flaming myth
Everyday a minute passed
I never once felt regret that I met you
Millions mourn the one's they used to love
While their gone, far away, and lost
She stands in front of me now
Here and gone
All in a present time
A figment of my imagination
And real as a gun shot to the gut
A monster under a 5 year olds bed
Yet as real as a Spring dandelion's heart break bloom