i don't remember,

a time,

when i looked at a mirror,

with a smile,

that spread like seashells,

on the blue beach,

almost like you could,

hold it close to your ear,

and hear my happy laugh,

that you could swallow,

like candy floss,

sweet,

and smooth against your tongue,

but i lay next to you,

your arms tied,

against my waist,

and i think,

to when,

i was myself again.

(that's when i'm with you.)