Ninety and Seven were good to me.
But how will I forgive the Two Thousand
Who pulled her away from me
And I from her.
And Two Thousand plus Two
For the dream was a reality.
Today I thought of you and me: profile
Me stealing the kiss.
I always wondered why Teacher never scolded me.
The profile pic changed front view
Of you and me
In an embrace I've never felt before.
How disappointed was I when I heard I was
...Forgotten.
...but I figured as much.
Memory, you have corroded my soul
And performed concurrent happy exhilaration.
Oh my Ketamine,
My precious Potassium Iodide.
I need to stop calling you mine. 'Cause your not.
For maybe my dream wasn't a reality.
Maybe Two Thousand pulled you from me,
But not me from you.
And maybe,
I was never with you.
But you will always be with me - cheers memory.
The lens was removed.
You developed.
And although too much time has elapsed,
I still want you as a hydroxide.