An Image

List that's, folded, In between my fingertips

Gift-wrapped, frozen, wishing I could be anything

Reasons, my love, oh you could be anything

Seasons, long months, I feel they don't mean anything

Just you, solely, I find that all the time

I miss you, hold me, the things I'd do for one more night

An image, a still one, wish I could write like you talk

I listen, did you move on, sift through time where we would walk