I would like to walk around in your mind
Gliding through it\'s memories like ivory angels on ice
And see and hear, our pink laughter,
From our green days we spent without bother.
But time has been unkind, and you perhaps more,
We need words now unlike before,
And even they drought
Leaving only animosity throughout.
Permeating candor of somnambulant strife
Burning my heart like New York in 1835
At the realization, it was never us but I.