The man with the beautiful soul

At night

How do you feel?

Do you feel “it” too?

Can you sleep?

What about your dreams?

What do you see?

Do you…ever see me?

--In your dreams.

Have I ever come to you?

or paid you any visits to the places inside your head?

Do you reminisce; think of me and smile or am I forgotten?

How easy was it for you to keep on keeping on when I remember what we used to do?

How easy was it for you to escape that time and place that centered around me and you?

Do you have to remind yourself to forget that it was you and me?

How did you forget forgetting that?

Wasn’t electricity blazing through your veins when you looked at me?

Cause for me, it still lingers.

Well after I fell into the dream of you.

More importantly, how did you prevent yourself from its fall?

How did you protect yourself from loves’ assault?

What was it between us that captivated my soul?

What was so enchanting about you?

The guy with the beautiful soul.

Like a comet in the sky of my life.

You’d light up the entire night, like the sparkle of my eye.

Just like that; you’re gone.

Of course, I loved every minute and second I spent with you.

When it was time for you to go you warned me that you were leaving.

What was I supposed to do?

I didn’t believe that you’d …I didn’t want to believe any of it to be true.

But it’s true and the truth is that…

I Lied to you so many times and it’s never a good thing to lie but my reasoning was about as genuine as my feelings driving me to compose this.

I told you I was drunk to justify my foolish behavior.

But sadly enough, Smokie Robinson was correct; The price of ecstasy is paid with agony.

It comes around full circle.

The more you come around.

If you ever come around.

Unfortunately, I’m preparing myself for never seeing you again.

Why and how could this be?

How could you remind me of everything I’d hope to be a part of growing up?

… Only to represent everything missing in my life now that I am grown.

Because it’s 3:03 am in January and even weeks later you still seem to haunt me.

Even if you are no longer around the corner and down the street you still choose to haunt me.

Inevitably, I will always be…

I’d like to think I’d follow you.

Wherever you wanted to be.

As long as we could be then the world would be made over.

Meant for you and me only for us to see.

Although I may not have you here, I find bliss knowing that once I’m sleeping, I can always visit you, find you in my dreams. In that one place in time where I’m always certain you’ll be.