Sitting here with the sea rocking this tiny ship,
Words came like ramming waves in my flagship.
I don't know how to swim in the ocean of memories
But my shaking hands can write submarine diaries.
Let me tell you again about that afternoon:
You looked dashing with your sunglasses on,
Oh, how I hate that we were one seat apart,
Yet thank God you didn't hear my stomping heart.
Waiting in line was another after-shift keepsake.
Standing so calm yet my insides had mini-earthquakes
That time, I wished all letters next to 17 disappear
And only the elusive C will remain in gear.
When claims and feelings got me so drained,
Secretly glancing sideways: energy regained.
I didn't care how messy my hair was everytime,
As long as I can watch you like it's system downtime.
I hoped you were an asshole and never so kind
But you acted the other way 'round, or was I blind?
You were everything I wanted you to be
But the stars were too late to hear my plea.
Every little thing was still vivid in my memory:
The stares, the kisses, the way you say no to me
Whenever I reach for a cigarette on your hand.
And how a good listener you were to all my rants.
I pray I had the luxury to itemize all the small details
Of your every move that fluttered even my fingernails.
Why I love those eyes, I would never know.
Yet one thing's for sure, you can be my beau.
Last day and first night, your eyes looked like the sunset:
Please, tell me, how can I ever fucking forget?
But never tell me this is a drunk and ludicrous folly.
God knows those two stars ended me beautifully.