I hear his voice, "She said it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat...she's always worried about things like that...She says it's all gonna end, and it might as well be my fault"
...and I'm back in time.
I can see your eyes. I can feel "us" washing over me again. The need for your kisses comes back like the need for the air that I breathe.
Perfect love.
Years have passed now. Yet, some nights, you visit me in my dreams. Your familiar warm smile, I love the way your eyes dance all over my face. Morning. I open my eyes, and move not a muscle. Never ready to let the feeling go. Never ready to let you go. I want to feel you just a moment more, but it's gone. You're gone.
September 11th took so much away from me. This war took so much away from me.
The long nights, in an empty bed waiting for your calls at 3 am, a world away.
I blame the war. It took you away from me. So much death and dying.
I've added "us" to the list of the dead.
Perfect love, lost.
