Think air, think.

You looked at me and lied, but at least I know we tried.
And as we said our last goodbye, I hoped you saw my better side.
Not symbolically, literally- physically-.
I think my face looks best  when viewed from my left.
 
And later as I drank a beer with friends we sat and talked as I slowly disappeared.
Talking about the past and future- as in that moment- we were one- like air.
 
That night
I dreamt
Grandma fell down a flight of stairs
And her bone broke skin  
Snapped like wood
On the leg of her old kitchen chair
 
That night I sweat bullets
Every time I woke up, I forgot my other dreams
And that loss brought up frustration over my regrets
Funny how one can feel enlightened  
one moment  
and damned the next
 
I think I'd feel a lot better  
if you returned my text.