Today I watched your videos
just to help me remember.
The way your fingers caress each key,
I’ve never before longed to become a piano.

But I was your instrument that drunken night,
The beer and lime on my tongue, eloquence on my lips,
The smoke in my lungs,
we had our first kiss.

I thought love was a language I couldn’t learn.
It was far too late to try.
A poor boy’s fantasy,
The smoke, the beer, the lime.

Then the landing wheels went up,
My fear was similar to yours when you
Rode the rollercoaster,
except I couldn’t smile.

I used to be afraid of falling,
Now, I long for the Earth under
my feet. Your Earth,
I’ve never thought an ocean so odious as the Atlantic.

I’m floating in and out of consciousness,
You’re trying desperately to escape my memory,
But no matter where you are,
we have the same moon.

I want to be the ecstasy the rollercoaster gave you.
I want to be your instrument forever,
Just burn your piano,
caress me instead.

I want us to become a Regina Spektor song.
I’ll wait for a millennium, though as long as
You accept that you’re mine.
You’re Me. We are One.The Royal We