rescue, all i can think of is
rescue. trapped alone on a dismal island
with you. i really don't
count you, but there you sit with
no clue. blond, beautiful, the apple
of someone's eye.
minutes, become hours, hours become
years, annoyances become worries, worries become
fears.
for lack of companionship, i
move closer to you.
we talk, we walk, we really get to know each other.
we talk, we walk, we really could have been something.
rescue.
and years later
sitting at my desk
for the life of me
i can't remember
your name. |
