Think of something new

I want to think about you;
The dream is fierce and warm.
But every time I see you there
In the misty storm
It makes me sad
So when you reach out
I run away to think of something new.

My favorite box is when we met
But I keep it closed, locked tight.
If that box slips open
I cannot block or fight.
The memory’s too bright;
The storm will seep right through
If I think of you.

I think of something new
A friend or someone more.
This makes me blue, it always hurts
Yet after wards, I’m never sore
Like when I thought of you
The days I held before.
By Zoola