gazing though with nowhere to go
been a year, yet the occasional still resides
sitting here not too long ago, waiting over cancer
one step, two step, always such a graceful dancer
we go with the flow, swayed our bodies for the show
lying in the cemetery, who knew i’d be here so soon after
our future meets our present and takes lives without asking
the taste upon your sweet, you have me on my knees, but no begging
please
wish we could frolic in the seventies, fuck in the eighties
the way the truth could bask and i would never need to ask
phone after phone with no endless call
just a hippie living in a world where bee’s can’t sting
love your face, the day, all the ways
our motions, dancing, the dark and cool breeze of the night
how we played in fright, offending the seas with endless notions
you go with the flow, play like grease and hold grenades like keys
just a motel with an hourly checkout
while i fill the fuel and live off things that smell like you
your scent, the lavender and how trees in the distance remind me of you
looking out the window, the clouds, the white and all the fluff
little details flow like you, the mist and fog and how the clouds move like you always told me to
mountains below, the jets aside, you were always ahead while i swayed behind
the way you walked and how you moved with such confidence
everything about you i somehow found attractive
as a tick sucks and a few bugs glow
it was always you and just the way you moved