Sitting across from me
I already miss those long, chocolate curls,
Drooping over your pale visage,
Yet another patchwork scrap, frayed at the edges,
Dangling from a thread I thought maybe we shared.
You embodied John Lennon, this drove me crazy,
Sometimes I'll look back at the time we were milk and honey,
What once was a fortuitous exchange by the sea,
Just two souls wandering endlessly,
Has led me to leave this epistle at your favorite poet's hideaway... (A half-baked thought: maybe synchronicity?)
As showers of ember flicker out, smoke trails remain:
Is justice absolute, an eye for an eye,
or is it based on one, collective lie?
Years from now, would you remember Burzynski, 
or dismiss those of a similar variety?
Could you bring yourself to dip your feet in the sand on a violet evening?
Would you, too, be like a full moon in the sky?
Another ruse of retrograde?
Or a common creature of circumstance?
It's just a tale as old as time,
We locked eyes on the red line,
But you never came by,
Just fated to pass in the night,
So I'll soon partake in drink, Oh Lovely Lethe!
And perhaps find some form of you again in due time,
I guess you could recite again how you'd whisk me away to an Italian countryside,
We could pretend to still be Bonnie & Clyde,
And revel at how we're so outside,
But while I enjoy all your pretty lies,
I cannot be part of a union based solely on sighs,
My neurotic fears have all been case away and now I vibrate high,
Tethered prince, marvelous Gaia,
Would you look for me in the sky from time to time?