Again

I think I've forgotten how to feel
and most days I'm great at it
because I want to forget
how you made me feel once upon a time.

Still, I'd love to visit you for a while.

I dream of being in the same city
and my subconscious is consumed by
the idea that somehow you'll want to see me again.

What I wouldn't do to see your face again.
My conscious mind hates LA,
but my sleeping brain roams it's crowded streets
searching for those eyes
and that feeling again.

I dream of the same beach
night after night.
It's always the same 8 blocks of sand.

I walk up and down
sand caking my calloused feet,
I hold hope that any moment
I'll see your foot prints in the sand.

I know that I don't know you anymore
so I keep running from the unexplained.
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again.