Crestfallen

Shy shy
always Chey,
behind brown eyes
a perfect woman, a perfect cry.

She speaks everything to me,
this is about someone,
this is about something.

An eternal despair,
my immortal counterpart
comparable to the luck we draw,
and lies beyond compare.

I still miss you
and our musical thoughts
meshed together,
through Radiohead and dark weather
until the day
you finally let us be
together.

Now
let us Drive... away
ending up somewhere cold
while I keep you warm
(because I know you still hate that).

Anything is better than now
better than this,
so let us separate from them
and our thoughts of past,

because we belong together in bliss.