as I journey back into the depths of my memory
the sun begins to run away
and
the clouds start to loiter throughout the sky

I see glimpses of when you were all i thought I needed
and the short span of time that we were paralyzed in love
my fingers would tremble in your hands
and your lips would rotate this way and that
forming sentences that I had never wanted to hear

all I wanted was to be loved
but as I venture deeper and deeper into those memories,
It pains me to know
our definitions of love were so different
and so complex