Yellow

I was afraid to listen to the song
you played me on that night

fingers shimmering over porcelain keys
in a way that I could never master

somehow you played perfectly even
though you didn't remember a thing

and maybe I don't remember a thing
and maybe I'm choosing not to

those were the times when things 
were still mysterious and the only

facts were intoxicating scavenger hunts
and distilled grains instilled in our brains

and the words were all there
until they went away

I saw them down the staircase
growing fainter until you blinked

but couldn't tell if they still rested there
I don't know where they went

but they were gone
and just away.

destruction...disgrace

That look I gave was one I meant,
You did not see the sigh to vent,
You think I didn't apperceive,
The lean, the arm, the laugh, the leave?

Sure, I have just what I desire,
But that was quick to catch on fire,
I'll still want you, and hate you too,
I guess that's life, this much is true.

How can I promise to move on,
With something that was never gone,
Or never happened? either way,
I'll have forgotten yesterday.