scattered thoughts

waving

We were lining for water,
when I felt the breeze get warmer.
Only to realize I was looking into your eyes,
only to know you're one of the reasons I'm going to cry.

I confess, I still care for you.
I and my heart at 3 AM thinking of you.
When you feel down just know someone's praying for you,
Someone's thinking if you're well and not blue.

But maybe after all this, you'll be a forgotten memory.
a face locked in unconscious, a forgotten story.
A forgotten feeling is all you'll ever be,
in the end I'll be waiving goodbye happily.