[Poem] Vertigo
2008-10-17 @ 9:33 p.m.
and Ican't
stop
thinking of what it will be like when
time
stops
again and I am there in your arms and
I
can't
even see your face any more because you're
not
the man
I thought you were so
my love
how will I know when you walk in the door (what will you be wearing?)
the color of your eyes
is not necessarily
blue
any more and
your hair could be blond or brown or black
it's frightening to think that
I
have no idea
who you are
(but when the bell tolls --
then I'll know
right?)