Annette

Annette, do I ever have a cameo in your dreams? Is it memorable enough you question what it means? Cuz you have a lead role in my incomplete script; my imagination wont let you die and it wont let me live. You were the sanity in a line-up of disorders – a nation of autonomy between tumultuous borders. I was a horoscope; I was a forecast – unpredictable day to day, but just the same as the past. Well, how does the future look? Is the picture more focused? And is the past as quiet now as a kind gesture gone unnoticed? I’d take one more day with you for a lifetime without, cuz it’d be one more day than I expect to see you now. Please don’t let them tell you these words have no meaning, cuz I’m coming to visit tonight while you’re dreaming. I’m coming for a bigger part and I don’t need any fanfare; cuz I can charm you once we’re face to face, and play dirty to get there. I spend too much time wondering how so much time came and went to bring me to now. Cuz now is ugly truly considering the places I’ve already been and will never see again. Oh, that innocence was the magnet you clung to. But once it’s replaced with arrogance, it takes a miracle to undo. But I believe in miracles, or at least my definition, because the options are minimal and one is submission. At times it seems I was born to hurt and document how it feels; how lucky to have a chapter read by someone born to heal. You said melody was everywhere, I just needed to listen. But if life’s a musical, this must be intermission. And I’m so sorry dear for being such a burden – for walking you to the stage and hiding behind the curtain. There’s only one reason to ever hesitate; it might be logical if it’s logical to be afraid. And if you settle out of fear, second-guess those who condone it; cuz I promise they’ve never felt like us for one moment. Annette, I’ve been loneliest since I last saw you; if there’s a point where it all makes sense, it’s a place I can't get to. I try not to cry out loud; I keep it all in my memoirs. Cuz y’know, the wounded, love, take no pride in battle scars. I hope you wouldn’t be embarrassed by a moment of weakness – if you called me Chaddy and I called you Sweetness. History says we'll grow apart and lead separate lives; but if you ever change your mind, I’ll remove my disguise.