Lost and delirious

She whispers ever so subtly in my ears.
Making my short breaths her's, and her drawings, mine.
She said "If tomorrow never comes, remember me as I remember you."
Well, I,
I remembered alright.

They took her away that night. The first girl I loved.
September the something. Or was it, october blue.
I never loved since. Her first and my last.

But we, no we are not lesbians.
I am just another girl, in love with a girl.
Remember? We are in love.
Like you, and you. And him and her.
Neither of us are lesbians. We are, in love.

Make thick my blood.
So that I can dwell in her memories for a lifetime.
So that when I rush into our secret house,
our love would no longer be condemned.

But free, and open.
Like the falcon that flew,
from the tip of her shoulders, when she left me.
To rush, to dash, into our secret house.

Lover, I will remember you.