if we meet again in a dream
i'd try to remember your name.
i'd speak nonsense to taste it on my lips
to see if it would ever feel the same.
like a lost language that only the two of us know
and the scriptures and books in my heart, new and old.

at first it would taste like honey,
the words flowing out of my mouth like juice.
but soon after time, it'd turn bitter
all while I lose my muse.
goodbye, the one whose name I can't remember,
you're a lingering but distant memory.
goodbye, the one whose name i can't remember,
may our next hello fill both our hearts with ecstasy.