You make my head hurt –
every time you’re close
my mind travels
to lives of past vibrance
we once
created.
You’re different there;
So was I –
but our soul flames always knew
how to find their twins
in each other…
You don’t like eloquence
and poetry
or prose;
And I’m prone to
thinking of ways
to tell you I knew you once,
many times over.
It hurts my head,
but then maybe I don’t even have to
say anything.
Or just maybe, I think too much.
Kayfucius 