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When were you going to tell me?

Whole days I spent thinking of you...
Well, when you'd stand facing the wind
I thought you'd blow back to me.

I remember when it all began.
You had high cheeks, brown eyes,
thick eyelashes and when you were naked
all I could see were emotions caught in dilated pupils.

The snow made it cold today and my cheeks
were frozen with the wind. Into my space you came
but not into my arms because I'm not the only one.

When were you going to tell me instead of whispering
in my ear someday, somewhere, there were dreams that weren't shattered?
somehow, someway, the one would be for me?
I thought it was you.

But Jamie said he was in love with a girl with deep brown hair.
Said he'd spent the week in her bed talking about the way
they'd be together forever, and she said to him that she wanted to
live in the dreams of history and forget the future and the present.

Then I knew it was you,
And my arms were empty and the wind was blowing and my hair was whipping my jaw.
You always said
yesterday you said I should cut it before you said
maybe someday, maybe some way,

When were you going to tell me that
you were someone else's someday, some way?
When were you going to let me
forget the vision of your silhouette in front of the window?

I'm not sure you want me to.

When I think of your face in a crowded street
eyes on me burning a written book...
How can I be sure?

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