[the absolute truth] in Poetry by Me

When I think of you
I see blue eyes and dimples
I hear Neil Young on the stereo
I smell the tequila and lime
That I taste on your lips
And I feel completely insecure
I think of
How we used to be mysterious to one another
The faltering steps we took towards each other
Away from each other, in front of each other
How your scattered array of thoughts
Touched my scattered array of thoughts
How they danced together in harmony
For such a short time
And to tell you the truth
[the absolute truth]
Everything would be a little easier
If for even a moment it had been whole