stories of previous lives

if you could ask me anything,
what would it be?
we're both buried in the sand
by the dark and angry sea.

close your eyes tight,
and wait for the push.
you can't try to tell me
you don't like the rush.

just wait till he has to leave,
until his touch is gone.
with the last of the drugs,
you're left standing in the dark.

good morning you said,
drawing the blinds.
perhaps its our hearts,
or maybe our minds.

i suppose there is no fix.
we can only wait for time to pass.
counting the ticks,
ripping out grass.

i can still smell the mint.
i can feel the hot leather of the car in summer.
but we could never take a hint.
now you're a stranger.

stop waiting.