It hurts sometimes to think of days we spent together
In our sunny World
And now I'm here in NYC I made it
You should be with me.
My memories
Like a far-off breeze
Go chasing on across the night
But I know I will be ok.
It was some other person's life.
It's like a fist has seized the space between
My larynx and my lungs
When I recall, from four years past
As clear as if it were today
The spark of something meant to be,
Of lovers deep, intense, extreme -
But it means nothing for you cannot miss
Somebody from a dream.
For Ali
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