Lolita

Lolita,


Years from this day
If you ever wondered, if it would be the same
Know, it wouldn't..



If you looked back
I would be long gone..



Somewhere at the crossroads
Your first kiss, grey and frail
Somewhere across the deserts
Your first rains dry and pale
Somewhere in the concrete streets
Your letters, buried and burnt..



A thousand miles away
I would be trading time
I could wake up to you every day
And, sleep in your wrinkles...



But, would it be any different?

Someday

Many a year from this day
The eyes will meet, maybe
An everyday scene, a familiar tune



The skin will be different, though...