last night i was reminded
why i’m trying to forget you
i dreamed i saw you standing
in my dream you were a statue

i was walking in a crowd
you’ve never been alone
they all stepped aside
you were set in stone

felt a camera in my hand
i held it to my face
for i am just a tourist
from a far off place

there was, i think, a smile
chiseled softly in your lips
you know why i have come
this just one of many trips

i waited there, till i awoke
i laid down at your feet
a servant finding freedom
is a taste of bittersweet

i will always think of you
so much like a stone
careless, hard, and cold
though you have never been alone