22/28- Last Wave
Oblique Strategy: Take away the elements in order of apparent non-importance
22- Last Wave
I can't help but look back on our drawings
The sketchbooks you once had me fill
The hues that once defined my habitual fawning
In a different context now but echoed, still
And the music all dedicated in your name
Faded Crossroads meet with Decaying Tones
The motif wasn't meant as a command, just a game
But I guess I should have known
Learning to phase the frames and conjoin the names
Seeing the world beyond just red and blue
But you took the glasses off and jumped into the flames
Why couldn't you have seen that depth through?
Divorced from the attempts, the delusions, the pain
I know I would feel very strange too
But you disavowed it all for all the ones you'd estranged
Cut me off but not fully in two
Shedding tears for the one who was bottling them up
I was worth my salt then, at least
Smash the bottle and its' message, it'll eat you right up
And you'd dive right back into the sea
And me? Still drawing
Still endlessly fawning
Still dedicating poems to you
One day you'll return and you'll finish me off
I tell myself this, so it's true