Maraquita Bound
You’re Maraquita bound,
looking for old memories?
Or trying to make new ones?
It doesn’t matter which.
When you walk down the street – glance up.
See where we lived.
See where we loved.
My ghost inhabits Maraquita,
you cannot easily forget me.
Maraquita even sounds like me.
You can fashion yourself a new hairdo,
buy a new car,
or even change your name,
but you cannot forget me.
I took you there first –
the place where dreams and reality
collide and explode.
That place that stops your breath,
blackens your vision,
and sends your pulse racing
toward the heavens.
I remember the first time,
and I remember the last time.
No matter whose name you call,
or whose lips you touch,
when you open your eyes,
for one brief moment,
it’s my face you are going to see.
