MAS

I haven't thought ...about Her...in almost a year...
Of course, I lie...
I've thought about Her with every song that evokes a hillside, and dry grass blowing...
Endless summer sunsets...
Or Longing...Existential Longing, in general...

She's somewhere in the World, again...lost to me, again...

Because I screwed it up...again...

I was angry at Her,

For so long.

So I happen across Her,

And I pick a Fight.

I've forgiven Her, because it was me..
I did this...after She was Lost.

I pined..
I saw Her

in every windswept hillside,

Every moonlit beach,

Heard Her voice in my head,

as I argued with myself...

She was alive in countless lonesome 80's songs,
And in my mind...

and somewhere...out there.

I chased Her back there,

again.

I forgave Her, because She didn't do it.

If only She could Forgive me.