I still write your name in honey
on my peanut butter toast
And I still hear
"in Your Eyes"
when I think of you
But also,
"I'll never look into your eyes, again, my friend"
Because, what could be there?
There might be nothing
That would be too sad.
But what I think is that I would quicken
As I always have
And you would not.
Against that, I have given myself strict instructions-
If there is a reset.
If we live other lives
That if you and I should ever meet again
That I remember just enough to
Run like Hell
I'll chance fresh pain
Against the known depth of you