Online Romance Write It Down Write It Down
I totally forgot what I had wanted in there. I left the
room with some intention I'm sure, but since I returned
into the morning kitchen I find myself straining for
the momentary thought that drove me. So I reach and
pull some paper off the ground which sunlight
refracted. I'm distracted by the sound of speakers
popping every time the current breaks across the
circuit as the heater in this house switches on. I know
I should try to focus more on one thing and not let
these thoughts of you take me away. With a pencil
poised in my hand I slowly retrace my steps now, trying
to recall the truant thought that drove me on. I try to
reach it to impeach it but it's gone. These things are
nothing when we really know their truth, and yet
they're painful and disdainful to the sleuth when he is
searching through the backroads of his brain trying to
trigger something that's bigger yet so plain. But all
of that is blocked when I recall your face; it wipes my
brain like liquid words of dry-erase, smearing recent
thoughts that I cannot for the life of me replace. I've
got to write it down and so I reach and pull some paper
off the ground which light refracted. I'm distracted by
the sound that comes now through the doorway to me as I
pore. The music's playing, and a 750-piece puzzle's
spread out on the floor. I lay my pencil on the counter
and I think, but the dishes piled, they have defiled
the kitchen sink and I forget about my goals still one
more time as I stop to reflect. Oh, I never wear a
watch, so this mirror shows me to be much older than I
knew I had grown. No spaghetti strainer or Tupperware
container could contain my memories that remain lost to
time. Yeah, all I can recall is what is right here.
Each morning that dawns is bright blue and clear, but
there isn't a morning, my dear, that goes and does not
leave some small piece of you.