more mysterious than my old favorite street

always yours,

is how it started

i put my hands there for support

you gave me the best things your wisdom  
 we were divided by a wave

sparkling waters had us surrounded all helpful and lost

single moments singled out

one on either side there's

a place in our hearts that no one could touch

you on the island

i was stuck in the lost love pages at the self help center for the terminally distressed you could see in my eyes

and your eyes i told them

blue like the tip of the ocean when it collides with the sun

your face, cleaned beautifully by salt

you'd be thinking about everyone else

in the crystal globe, the island looked lost

even with all those people

but in winter, when you shake off your attitude

and the snow falls to the ground

opening my hands now slowly i start to remember

the deep conversations and the trenches of sleep

and the roads of your veins

they're more mysterious than my old favorite street

the one you know too better and better

the one i saw you on painting a secret catching me by surprise with your hot sad breath

said goodbye when the truck passed

you were always gone  

and said goodbye with a wave

or a yawn?