Old memories
old memories,
they come flooding back to me,
oh, please not now,
no, not now,
memories of you and memories of temptation,
and of where and when I was tempted,
but I should not care anyhow,
because all I want from you,
is nothing,
nothing at all,
because you tried to be something that you weren't,
and you used to walk around like a sacred cow,
thinking you were special,
but you were so vacuous and vain,
and there was nothing of intellect,
in you to fire my imagination and my heart and my brain,
because all you were to me then,
was aesthetic beauty,
and how shallow it was to me,
yes, how shallow,
and for you then I had no time anyhow,
and you did not worry your pretty head,
or furrow your brow,
because I passed you by,
and you did not blink an eye,
because I have ignored you so many times,
and even when I did,
you walked around like you were special,
like a sacred cow,
and of not much use to anyone,
especially to me,
but I did not worry, and I did not care,
because I do not care for vanity,
but oh,
those eyes,
and oh, that face,
and oh, those eyes,
and oh, that smile.
Yes, what a smile,
as images of you they come flooding back to me,
but how hollow you are inside,
and how easy it is to decide to take a vow,
a vow to look for deeper meaning,
rather than drown in the pools of your eyes,
where I probably will be captured forever,
forever in time,
yet, I wonder,
have you matured and grown inside,
I do not know,
but, I ponder, and I wonder, and I remember,
and I cogitate and I ruminate,
and pictures you they come to me again so easily,
and I smile, I smile thinking of you,
and I do not know whether I should do,
but I do, and the thought of you,
how it warms me through and through,
and yes, I am strangely tempted, tempted once again,
because it is years since I saw you,
but I hear you are in town,
and I have your number somewhere I still do,
I still do,
oh, the thought of you,
the temptations of you, a new you,
a better, more intelligent you?
Dinner for two?
Dinner for two?
