I still haven't gotten every inch of you engraved into my mind
I must be serving some punishment for my list of sins
Because I don't see any other reason to be kept away from you
Forced to replay in my head all the moments I've gotten to see you
And try to complete a forever unfinishable puzzle
That is the form of my lover and the shape of my love
Replay and rearrange, forever, until the day I get to see you again
And refresh my memory, until the day I can look at you and say:
"Ah, there you are" as if all this time it was clear as day
The shape you were supposed to take and I, blinded by longing, missed to see you in any other way
