My memories of you have lived so long

They've grown so large

They have their own island 

And i live there

I try daily to go to the highest peak and jump off into an abyss of forget 

But the grass of the island 

Oh this grass

The thought of not having this grass touch my feet again causes me to weep 

So the grass it pulls me in

It wraps around my lips 

Reminding how yours felt on mine

Then it curls around my hips

the way your fingers would caress those sacred places

And gets tighter around my wrists the way you would hold them when you didn't want me to leave.....

Then lastly my feet

The tightest 

Because when you were around I never wanted to move from your presence

Now I live on this island 

Stuck in the grass

Staring at the phone 

Waiting for you to visit