A hundred days ago you said you would call as we dipped our toes in the tanned lake,
you smiled at me that day and your eyes seemed to smile deeper than your soul,
we didnt do much but it was enough,
just the two of us in a high state of being on a lake in the middle of brooklyn, oh my
no looks were exchanged as you laid your hand over mine and felt my skin.
The dark became stronger and you said you had to leave as you lifted your hand and then you dissapeared leaving me as useless as a room without a bed.
sometimes i think about your eyes...true blue.
And often i run my hands across my own skin but it doesnt feel the same.
I no longer remember how you feel.
I wish you would call...
or maybe none of that really happened at all.
After all I've never remembered a tan lake in the middle of an urban jungle.
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