The dream girl 

To you, and not another
From me, and not a bother
From a gaze
How my world has shrunken
Into a low rise of days
Slow ticks from a digital
Im missing you,

To you, and not another
From me, and not a bother
Can't wake up without a memory
The voice, the touch, the sense
Now a distant memory
The eyes, the smile, the mind
Now a distant memory
Im missing you,

To you, and not another
From me, and not a bother
Walking side by side
Alone
Grips from our fingers interlock
Alone
Reservation for two,
through the drive through
Alone
Im missing you.


P.s: I just woke up