Buan

Sitting here and contemplating with an apathetic mind

Reveling in sweet reflection of another place and time

There is little light to see by and the corridor is dark

And the drops of recollection leave a tantalizing mark

Buried as it is inside me, in a box lined with allure

Ask me now to find it and I cannot be too sure

If the contents that I placed will be the one that I there find

But that’s ok the things within the box are yours and yet all mine

Speaking of them as I do I feel them drawing closer now

The images, the moments, close my eyes into this cloud

And I can see dim light reflecting from the moisture on your lips

Etched into my mind the patterns you made with your fingertips.

And though you thought I was not looking, I watched as you walked away

And though you thought I did not listen, I know every word you say

And though you thought I would go missing I am here at end of day

And I’ll be waiting here to warm the lover’s bed in which we lay.