And At The End Of It All, We Didnt Even Get To Dance

and at the end of it all, we didn’t even get to dance

your hair is the perfect spot for my hand.

it rests like a bunny in soft, tall grass.

a peace i’ve longed for - a peace you happily provide.

i have not forgotten yours.

i’ll cherish everything we didn’t get to do.

all the dates we never went on,

the cape trip we never took.

the way we never got to dance and the way we never got raising canes.

silly, don’t you think?

no, not the raising canes.

loving every minute of what we never got done.

i fear i am too vast.

i would rather squeeze into a box than be scrutinized for not belonging to any of them.

i never want to forget the color of your eyes.

i’ve forgotten others; not cared to remember.

but yours scream to me:

“remember me.”

“know me.”

“love me.”

and all i can manage to do is obey. all i can do is miss your eyes. all i can do is miss you.

i will never forget the color of your eyes.