it still burns,
after all these years

awakened, yet tired
my entire life, re-wired
and still a faint echo
could make me collapse

is that you, knocking?
too afraid to speak
a silent hello;
i can hear it, you know

i can sense the itch
and yet you think
i forgot you exist

a fragile mind never forgets
indiana himself,
splattered paint on a shelf,
convertible beach trips

our young minds conjured magic
a lion and a wizard
all alone in the desert

it's too painful to think
even harder to speak

that there's a you
newly invented
that I haven't met yet