So - Salt

So, could you declare

The things I’m saying?

To me those terms won’t fade

So, will the picture

Of your mind remain?

To me those frames will be

Some kind of tenderness

In your laughter

Some kind of tenderness

In your face

So, you see a friend

Behind your shoulder

To you those shades won’t fade

So, will the time

You met stick with me?

To me those days will be…