Reaching for your arm in the dark,
My shoes too clumsy for uneven ground,
And me testing your touch.
It was a year ago, now, and I have since
Forgotten the words spoken, unable
To recollect those thoughts, or to
Decipher the look in your eyes.
I will never know if it were deception
Or my own delirium. Misfortune,
I guess, our paths ever did cross.
Here's to us, to what we weren't,
Wouldn't and couldn't have been.
Here's to us, for everything felt anew
I traded blue for green when I met you.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Reaching for your arm in the dark,
My shoes too clumsy for uneven ground,
And me testing your touch.
It was a year ago, now, and I have since
Forgotten the words spoken, unable
To recollect those thoughts, or to
Decipher the look in your eyes.
I will never know if it were deception
Or my own delirium. Misfortune,
I guess, our paths ever did cross.
Here's to us, to what we weren't,
Wouldn't and couldn't have been.
Here's to us, for everything felt anew
I traded blue for green when I met you.
