Memories

we looked inside and around the reasons given, then sat outside to discuss how the words fell down splattered about on the perimeter of making no sense. and then we realized we're not better or worse only different, neither right or wrong it just is what it is I listened from behind the closed bedroom door on my back, flat out around half past eleven. closing my eyes I looked for you there and could only scan for the memories. those I could still remember stretching back to a place I used to visit before you were real in my life when does this happen you and me? curious means call for curious measures are we up to the thrill of ever after? do we mean what we say when we speak to each other words full of promise and hope do we say what we mean when we write to each other lingering reasons to hold on the best is yet to be, and when is that, exactly? tell me, my love before we're old and stooped over forgetting five minutes ago, short term memory is the first to leave that's what they say will you still remember, me