This could be the end...

This scent – it takes me back to you and me

So quick; I’m overcome

I convulse

At the very thought of your warm, dark skin

Its not a fashionable scent this one

It’s a very comfortable, lived-in one

It’s the smell of you every day that I knew you

Every day that I thought would be the rest of our lives

This morning you walked into my dream uninvited

You were the same you, yet somehow different

You spoke about the new ‘her’ in your life

And I couldn’t take my mind off your promises

Of there being no other—besides me…

Music almost always accompanies this scent

A lovely, soulful riff

Just like you

This time around, somewhere in the background, someone is singing—‘This could be the end’

And I am surprised

For I wish it is—the end

I wish you’d leave

I wish you wouldn’t live in this scent anymore

I wish you hadn’t grown tired of me

I wish you weren’t so indiscreet

I wish for so much

That sometimes I wish I didn’t know how to wish…

This could be the end...

Blue Eyed Lover ... by 'She'

my blue eyed lover,
follows my every move,
every step, every day

we stand at a distance,
pretend we're looking at others,
and i follow him, following me

sometimes he walks past me,
looking me straight in the eye,
scared, i turn my face away

we are not really lovers,
i don't know his name,
and he doesn't know mine

we cannot be lovers,
we have different lives,
his worse than mine

but i dream of a life,
where i could be his,
and he could be mine.

my blue eyed lover,
follows me everywhere,
not in person, in essence

i tell him everything,
of the failures of my past,
of the hopes for my future

he watches me cook,
he talks me through chores,
he reads me rhymes

but we're not really lovers,
he doesn't sleep in my bed,
he doesn't hold me tight

we cannot be lovers,
he lives across town,

and I cannot go that side

but i dream of a life,
where i could be his,
and he could be mine

my blue eyed lover,

today he caught my eye,

and held a stare

he heard my heart contract,

my throat parched dry,

my mind, my body abuzz

he gave me pain,

through a thread tied,

from his heart to mine

we’re not really lovers,

said his eyes, to me,

we never will be

we cannot be lovers,

with this thread, don’t tug at my heart,

i am breaking it today

can I now not dream of a life,

where I could be his,

and he could be mine?

Blue Eyed Lover ... by 'She'

Our Twilight

Did you ever think it strange,
how we met at dawn one day,
we were lovers for the entirety of a day,
and then by nightfall we went our own ways.

You poured your charm over my heart,
I sang a song - beautiful, to win yours,
The day slipped like sand through our fingers,
By twilight we were like lovers of years.

Its that twilight that I remember most,
and I twist and turn in my bed almost,
feeling the touch of that twilight,
of you, of our love, one day, years ago.

Sometimes I make friends with misery,
caged in the twilight of you and me!
and I begin to feel the blood in my veins,
become ripe with the intoxicant of our day.

Lift me out o'harm's way,
out of the twilight of our day,
where I've been stuck for years,
help me leave,
so I can find myself all over again

Our Twilight