I don't remember much of anything

Of those years,

Kind of strange and kind of sad

Considering all the laughs

and all the tears.

Could it be this quiet cul-de-sac

Or the cynical moon?

Could it be the neighbor's cat watching

Me from the living room?



Either way, these days I feel so strange.

I remember you; so strange.

Do you remember me secretly?



So I comb the depths of the ocean floor

Of my memory; grasping onto some

Shell, some piece some evidence

Of you and me:

Sunlight streams in morning

Your head in the sheets

Dancing naked in the living room

(I still practice secretly).



I remember you secretly.

Do you remember me secretly?

I remember you secretly.

Do you remember me secretly?



You're a mile away

On your island, so close

Doing who knows what

With who-knows-who

Haphazard lovers don't

Seem to drown out your tune

It goes for me anyway

I don't know about you.