Yesterday I thought of you
No less than the day before
But not as much as today
I don’t suspect tomorrow to be much better
If it rains
I’ll think about your smile
Should Apollo feel like doing his job
I’ll think about your laugh
Crimson mornings, bloodied by my dreams absent you
Puddles that hide their depth in your reflection
The shadows between the stars, the beautiful unknown
I’ll think about you
Somewhere out there laughing at a good joke
Singing your heart out to a song only you know
I really must increase my drug intake