The Image Of Us

*This was written around August of 2003 after I "reunited" with a former girlfriend from a relationship that took place back in 1996 when I lived in Las Vegas. We just happened to be able to meet up seven years later in Atlanta. It was exactly like being in a time machine.*

It seems as if my mind is addicted,
To the thought of you.
And I was wondering if I left an impression,
One you would like to come back to.

Or were you just a ghost-like memory,
Disguised as a human being,
Who will soon tell me it was all a myth,
And that I might as well have been dreaming.

Have I helplessly become attracted to that dream,
That I’ll eventually have to wake from,
And live the rest of my life awake just wondering,
If anything had changed since we were young?

Now, if you ever think about me,
Do you often smile when you do?
Did I remind you of someone you once loved,
Or did I seem like someone strangely new?

Because a part of me was aching to see,
The person that I used to be.
But when I saw you, my aches went away,
And time-travel fantasies became a reality.

Thank you for taking me back in time,
When I was yours and you were mine.
And reminding me that you are still someone kind,
And refreshing the image of “us” in my mind.