For Only

An image from a long long time ago

is haunting me, it plays itself with

picture perfect clarity

a certain walk a certain talk

-forever twenty-three-

for only me to see

I watch it like a movie

the details so consume me

what's real will surface when it's gone

(and then it's gone)

By now you've heard the news

what is there left to do

I watch it like a movie

the details so consume me

what's real will surface when it's gone

(and then it's gone)

Your face looks so familiar

unwashed and quite peculiar

no I can't say that I recall

I guess it's gone