3-15-14 Hamilton, On

I'll struggle to remember the taste of your lips, the crimson candywine of breath across that grin. I'd forget all the crazy you brought me, if just for a minute you'd look at me like that again.
I'll hang my head for all of the hurt I gave you, and just pretend those silky locks still blew past my cheeks like they used to.
Did I let you down like we feel like I did? Was that your idea, or maybe mine?
Did I take your innocence from you? Or were you out for a safe place to stash it? Folded gently amidst my insecurity and confusion, was it safer there than where you thought you'd like to go?
The life living in my rear view is so crisp and warm, the view of the back seat flashes smiles like you used to. The passenger seat is empty though, and the mirror unsurprisingly cold to the touch.
What I'd give for you to look at me like you used to...
I've raced around the globe, somber highways and hidden byways pressing through mist  and mud. I've put miles between me and your ghost, and yet when I close my eyes you've caught up. Through crumbling ruins and slate blue skyscrapers your hellhound has dogged me, never am I far from the heat of its breath or the snarl of its curse.
At times I give in and let you overtake me, hedging my bets for a merciful death. Yet hobbled and rended you bid me press on.
If wishes were dreams, and life were like song, I'd meet you right back at that place we belong. But the best of intentions seldom ring true, so I'll stuff all those dreams, and stay thinking of you.