Before My Eyes

I watched her walk away My mind wondered away Do I or Not Count the fading heels Count the healing strides The fast passing past Finger after finger Never stopped I cursed Atop the last floor How do I or Not Steal tomorrow from the day Beam with joy coy me Look back and see you seeing me Like children hiding nothing The fire is gone The bush is growing on cinder Will it or Not Shoot each foil and flower Summon you who lights the fire Pretend nothing ever killed The whole generation of Love