Yours…


You show up in my dreams
I can't say that you look happy 
Even in eternity, I manage to
Disappoint you 

I will wait right here
For a sign from you:
Shifted pictures, four
Candles that spell H / O / P / E
Turned around to face the wall

I will stay here until you show your face
And I think I spot you standing in the doorway of the
We Close At 4:20AM Smoke Shop – so random!

O eternal wanderer
I know you see me in your peripheral
Don’t you remember the va-va voom?
The “Cut it out and get a room”?

A virginal paradox!
Big-tittied complexity in a lyric sung
By Mr Al Green – the one where you take me
To the river and wash me down

Dashed hope --
You weren’t intended to drown
You were supposed to live and
Finally claim what is
Yours…