What You Told Me, Part Two

Foreign arms surrounding me,
and I could fall into them just as easily
Whisper promises for a future,
listen to his rich voice, a melody
And fall for him hard,
the down stroke of angel wings

It could last an eternity,
or a day or a few weeks,
then like a record, skipping, I'm on repeat

But then I'm out,
real world, presently
A studio apartment overlooking the street
in my hometown or somewhere near the beach
Scrolling through text, the tap tap of keys
serenading me, lulling me to sleep

Waking and one day or night,
sunshine or moonbeam,
a chime on my cellphone could divert me
from a conversation, potential lover, or friends

A small, "hello."
And a "do you remember me?"