Was That You?
Was that you
In the yellow shirt?
Was that you
With the high bonde ponytail and small distinctive eyes?
Was that you reading a book in that chair in that room?
I walked back and forth
Trying to see if infact you were my blankette friend
I could not tell and gave up
To walk to my class
I might be late
How can I think of class in a time like this!?
I tell a short version of our story - my story - whichever
Anyhow, my two new friends listen and say,
"Aw! I'm sorry."
They don't understand the seriousness of our dettachment
I get back to work
And try to paint you
But I can't get your face!
Come to me now before I die right here at this table
I silently cried
I ask God but there's no response for
Was that you I saw?
Was that really you?
Was that you?
A couple of days pass
And she was just a look-alike
