We talk face-to-face, so close, so fragile. In the morning I say goodbye
my eyes searching her tearful eyes for one last gleam of hope.
Then I go, I promise from the bottom of my heart to phone you and I will
But I never do as the headlong rush that is life rushes me by,
making that one night seem so long ago.
I ask myself, did it happen? Really? I mean, all I have is the memory of the
sweat on your body and the curve of your figure.
In some faceless, nameless town I meet you in the street, your eyes pierce me
and reduce me to ashes. I’m so sorry I broke my promise but life forgot all