paradise with eyes

You were always playing that same old game with me—

living in your lazy haze

between sun drenched elsewhere,

the sea, and me.

Stop following me, I’d say.

I have to go be the world now,

while Someone stayed, missing me.

But now that I’m a little older,

I can see that you were

what I wouldn’t see.

I think, maybe,

You were Paradise with eyes.

And I was too busy missing tomorrow

and, waiting for yesterday…