D-Girl    
 
Night is nothing but a shot
that I drink by myself
between the four walls
of my anxiety
as I contemplate nostalgic eyes
next to a dim lamp
becoming a laminated passage
to my dreams, to my solitude.

Like the dreams I always longed for
maybe if I had held her tighter
kissed her longer
then perhaps,
perhaps I wouldn't had lost her.

Say goodnight now
and don't forget to count your blessings
even if she was the only one
to ever love you for who you are
and realize how lucky you were
to have even met her
even if you never see her again.

She used to fall asleep in my arms
tied to my hips close to my lips
as if searching for a kiss in the dark.


I used to feel her breathe
during the course of the night
while we drifted apart
like two shipwrecked sailors lost at sea
but when the morning came
we would use the sunlight as a compass
to find each other again.                          
                                    
But I'll always have her puppy eyes
staring back without blinking
or even thinking
just how much I've missed her
along with her nomadic kisses.

Long gone her mementos
that have disappeared in a vault
along with the ashes of this love
and a bill from a place I have never been
the tattoo on her calves,
her pouty lips
my D-girl you could never see
that even if you never came to be
the girl of my dreams
you always were
and always will be.

Blah.