Him and I, we’re closer than the beach to the sea,
Him and I, we’re closer than I want to be.
I don’t know how long it’ll last
Or if it’ll end up in the past,
But I can’t quite let go – no, not yet,
I can’t quite let go of his silhouette.
My fingers pressed against his slate,
My love is damning my own heart rate,
Feelings overwhelm at the sight of him,
Tears about to spill over brim.
I like to imagine that his love equals mine,
That somewhere out there I’ll receive a sign
That I’m not just dreaming up a world
To replace the one that he had hurled.
Once a year – I limit my visit to that one fateful day,
The day I lost my love and gained him in dismay.
It’s cold – his marble against my back,
It’s hot – my heart has widened up the crack.
Today is the day I promised to forgive and forget,
But I know, year after year, I leave with that same regret.