Most days my memory of you is hazy.
Other days I want to remember you, I see the red neon light.
Red neon lights, shine on your face in the night.
There are many other colors, but red is my favourite.
They shift across your face lighting glimpses of your features across the night.
I wait only looking as they pass you.
And so I only ever see you draped in those red neon light.
Forever shifting.