I lie on the green grass
Soft
Curling
Against my skin

Golden sunlight
Filtering
From the blue
Blue sky

Music
Mixing with the sound
Of a bird
Of an insect
Buzzing
Humming
I hear the echo
Of your hello
Of your goodbye
In my head
Still

I feel
The warmth
Of the sun
But if you forced my head
To the East
Forever
I would swear
That it had
Never existed
The way I can swear
That our love
Is an illision

Incessant
Thoughts of sorrow
Of longing
Buzzing
Through the grayness
Of my subconscious
I'm tired
Of starting to go
Crazy