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