Photographic Memory

You're not so far away.
Your sitting in the space
between the night and day
And so I'll wait
for the sound of your footsteps.

The tea that's brewed too strong.
The part of me
that's waited patiently for oh so long.
At least I try.
But I'm relying.
On my photographic memory.
While painfully realizing.
It's not all that it's cracked up to be.
And falling's just another way to fly.
I wonder why it's never easier than.
The first time...
The first time...
The first time...
First time...
Time... Time...