For the brief moment i had you in my arms this morning,
Something in me said to memorize this...
But i already had...
I know where every beauty mark is on your body,
I could probably tell you the exact hexidemical shade of blue-green your eyes are,
And i think i have probably studied your beautiful face so long,
That i know just how many eyelashes you have,
how many hairs in your eyebrow,
The exact contours of your face.
There i was, making sure there wasn't an inch of you
That i didn't know by heart,
And you tell me its the first time you've noticed i wear liquid eyeliner.
A year of memorizing your face,
And it takes you a year to notice something like that on me.
Where have you been staring all this time?
I thought nothing of missing class to there naked beside you,
Because i know how rare and precious are moments are together lately...
I pushed back about a thousand things i had to do today to just be in the same room with you,
And the whole while i bet you were just thinking about all the things you were going to be late for.
We stared at each other for over half an hour, and all i could think,
Was how much you mean to me,
And how much i feel distant from you,
And you never said one word,
Just like always,
And what should have been a comfortable silence,
Was instead a silence full of waiting for you to say something.
We made love, and it was great --
Until you stopped,
Just right there in the middle,
Stopped. Never finished. No explanation.
Leaving me to wonder.
There is so much wondering on this end.
We lay there for awhile longer,
Me -- memorizing you,
And you -- just, there.
And when you go to leave,
To do all those oh-so-important things that cant be put off today,
This only day we can potentially spend together this week,
You can rationalize everything
And i fumble for a day where we're both not working, or doing something else...
And we end up with just another late night,
Where one of us will probably fall asleep within an hour,
And that will be our whole valentine's day.
What a stupid holiday.
Thank God for taking mental notes this morning,
Even though i already have you committed to my memory --
I know that the time we spend in each other's arms just continues to get more and more distant,
And someday the day might come,
Where all i have,
Are those memorized contours.
Something in me said to memorize this...
But i already had...
I know where every beauty mark is on your body,
I could probably tell you the exact hexidemical shade of blue-green your eyes are,
And i think i have probably studied your beautiful face so long,
That i know just how many eyelashes you have,
how many hairs in your eyebrow,
The exact contours of your face.
There i was, making sure there wasn't an inch of you
That i didn't know by heart,
And you tell me its the first time you've noticed i wear liquid eyeliner.
A year of memorizing your face,
And it takes you a year to notice something like that on me.
Where have you been staring all this time?
I thought nothing of missing class to there naked beside you,
Because i know how rare and precious are moments are together lately...
I pushed back about a thousand things i had to do today to just be in the same room with you,
And the whole while i bet you were just thinking about all the things you were going to be late for.
We stared at each other for over half an hour, and all i could think,
Was how much you mean to me,
And how much i feel distant from you,
And you never said one word,
Just like always,
And what should have been a comfortable silence,
Was instead a silence full of waiting for you to say something.
We made love, and it was great --
Until you stopped,
Just right there in the middle,
Stopped. Never finished. No explanation.
Leaving me to wonder.
There is so much wondering on this end.
We lay there for awhile longer,
Me -- memorizing you,
And you -- just, there.
And when you go to leave,
To do all those oh-so-important things that cant be put off today,
This only day we can potentially spend together this week,
You can rationalize everything
And i fumble for a day where we're both not working, or doing something else...
And we end up with just another late night,
Where one of us will probably fall asleep within an hour,
And that will be our whole valentine's day.
What a stupid holiday.
Thank God for taking mental notes this morning,
Even though i already have you committed to my memory --
I know that the time we spend in each other's arms just continues to get more and more distant,
And someday the day might come,
Where all i have,
Are those memorized contours.
