So It Seems

Her head is on my shoulder,
I turn my face to face her,
I feel her heart beat faster,
I tell her that I love her.

And the weeks go flying past,
yet there’s not a week to pass
when she can stop herself from coming here
and visiting me in my dreams,
so it seems…

that her head is full of questions.
and the pressure of the blood hums
as it rushes there, the tap runs,
leading water where there’s no sun.

Out her window, seeping by,
hunks of metal somehow fly,
and her longing to be up there
makes her want to scream or cry, or seem or try,
or so it seems.

So I watch as they come and go,
smiling quietly, ‘cause I know
that the more she tries to let go
and forget me, the more it grows.

And I think I feel her breath
softly resting on my neck,
as I step inside her head and find my name
etched into walls, stitched across seams,
well, so it seems.

Forever ago, we were here;
your heartbeat was all I could hear,
and we came so close, got so near,
that I could whisper in your ear,
but too soon, it seemed, all too clear,
lost by my weakness, by your fear,
and the pain of you, it still sears
through my head, my dreams, as the years
visit me, and keep us both here,
tied by tears, falling forming streams,
or so it seems…