Hypothetically Speaking

Hypothetically speaking,

If you were here and I was there,

This wouldn't be whispers of golden ambers and f a d e d signals.

Comprehension would arise.

I close my eyes,

The colors fade as your memory lingers.

These thoughts mean nothing.

Conversation makes me fragile.

This melo-dramatic story proceeds unto a tragedy.

But we're still breathing, singing a tune that correlates to the rise and fall of my chest.

You evoke irrational emotion.

I'm held responsible, yet I have been victimized.

Honesty is not an absolute.

This false pre-tense is keeping me behind.

I live for this and I loathe this.

All because you’re still within my grasp.

This is lacking, this is perfection.

My mind wallows in the wake of confusion.

Idealistically I avoid reality.

Hypothetically speaking,

If you still had my heart, my love would lie in you