Do you remember this tree? Shaded by the branches we sat and talk around, picture by picture, unify our own mind. A little bird house above, keep the key to this space only us had known. We are the holders.
Never knew that we were in love through each other sadness. Moments in flashes of lights.
A stranger who gave salvation in his back, hands, eyes, and voice. Not everyday, just some days and some nights. Sweet as the longing song I've heard from your guitar.
By the wind flows, you stared at me. My cheeks are flushed, and your lips are close. A kiss in 12 seconds, then an apologize left me clueless. You gave in the key. No words, neither a bow... Just your back going afar, faded.
But you know... I turn back to that place, to our tree, every time my desolation eyes need to see us in parallels, somehow I can see your laughing eyes.
And I know you have another one to unlock this place. Giving messages you left to catch mine.