Everytime I see your name
on my notepad,
everytime you walk across the
same tracks in my mind,
all emotions retreat.
Like a train with no brakes.
Mmm, more like a ocean wave with no bottom.
And even though there is one
less passenger on our train, I miss our times.
Sometimes your embrace.
Sometimes your cologne.
Sometimes your demeanor.
Sometimes we were two lost souls looking at each other's mirror.
One for reassurance. One to see life.
A mirror for two eyes sees the surface.
A mirror for three eyes sees what needs to be healed.