“When was it, you remember?
When you were a bit like bubble,
waking up in a dream, bouncing off reality.
When you were a bit like “the kid”,
relishing innocence, guffawing off mistakes.”
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| "I've been in love" |
“Oh that time, yes, I remember!
When you are living the clichés,
‘taking it slow’, that's what they say.
When you are enjoying the humdrum,
‘winning her over’, I’ve done my day.
When you are a bit goofy and stupid,
to hear her scolding, see her anger.
When you are bit of everything,
amplifying the hours, dancing to days.”
“And then that time, you remember?
When you were found at the local bar,
loitering in evening, bouncing off chairs.
When you were idling around the harbor,
fishing for nothing, laughing at disdain.”
“Yes, that time too, I do remember.
When you are shred to pieces,
dropping desolation around places.
When you are smiling, prim and proper,
‘get over her’, that’s what they say.
When you are falling with a thud,
‘Not worth it’, but I gave my day.
When you are strong, calm and quiet,
And howling inside, shrieking in pain.
When you are reasoning with past,
finding faults, justifying her way.
When you are active in everything,
condensing the time, ticking off days.
When you are without meaning,
shining shoes; cause they reflect better.
When you are with yourself again,
broken and battered by the storm.
When you are a man again,
‘I’ve been in love’, maybe that’s the way.”
