The first time I saw you. I had to remember it. That was something I couldn’t see just once.
When we first kissed, was when I first became fully aware. I wanted to run out into the rain barefoot, and scream your name until I’d squeezed every possible ounce of meaning that could be derived from the utterance of those syllables Out into the weeping sky. but It wasn't raining that day.
The last time I saw you, I was fairly certain I had hallucinated it. You ever see something that’s been a reoccurring dream of yours for several years manifest itself right before your eyes? I dream so much it’s hard to believe in anything anymore.