sticky

I left you behind
in my dream
as daylight streamed back into me
and I slipped into a twilight zone
I was caught between a headache and scene:
Rescuing pictures of us that we´d stuck to the walls
-in a strange place-
from the fate
of loss and ruin

We wanted to walk in the rain
and spend hours before parting on a hill
facing the wet, green, fruity summer meadows
we would have to leave behind for another while
until we meet again
If ever
What if never?

Somehow things got in the way
somehow I was meant to spend
time and effort on dreary bends
carved into a road
I dearly wanted to drive down with you

Last hours lost
My hands were sticky with glue
I rescued some pictures -
Naked on paper
the happiest moments with you

But our reality stayed wrapped
in the hollowness of waiting
waiting for sadness
to be replaced by joy
Come back to me!
Released from my dream
Be my daylight
and into you I will stream
If ever
What if never?

I miss you