Such a Thing

To see that face everyday
But my wants keep consuming
the games fate plays are abrasive
taking layers and vital parts
and my heart feels several shades
that fall up to sink apart
and multiple layers that all bleed grey
like too much soup in the wicked heat
believe me it is a special ache
Universal to those that know and do
owned only by the honey like memory
and ice storms of simple missing
Thats it, just the lack of them, of it
As I do, caught and caged this fool
Other men, that man I was that man
he knows you and that knowledge is caustic
my insides falling to pieces as you lift him up
I was, and I most likely shall only had been
a film developed before the picture shot
had you and me in it