In my mind you will always be the person I wronged
and more than once, and I will always be sorry,
and in my mind you will always be the only person
who was more than a friend and a lover,
who I can thank for the music I would discover.
You'll be the person about whom I told lies.
You are the one who pointed out my laughing eyes.
You will always carry your heart on your sleeve,
pristine and unbruised, whatever blows it may receive.
The insensity of your eyes will shine even brighter
in a memory so abstract. Your knuckles do not know concrete.
The touch you give will always be far lighter.
In my mind, you are not anything close to deceit.
You are not smoke tinted windows
or smoke screens, slight of hand magic shows.
You are the stages of sunlight as it glows
and on your way to the secret that nobody knows.
You will always be, in my mind, held far, far above.
Your face will always be beautiful and your voice will be love.
When you make music, it's love in breath and motion combined.
I think of you, and when I do, it is, like you, always kind.
