I am a little confused
why?
am i hunting for your photographs
again
like every time i will erase them
when
looking at them each time
I
slowly begin to weep and wonder
why
you look the happiest in them
if
only i were there with you
know
love wouldn't make me weep
yet
I search every picture
closely
eyes a little mole and your sweat
all
remind me of myself
yet
a dream lies like a pea
under
several covers of my story
my
story that i dream with you
