sweet jane

i can see
you home with me
but you were with another man
i know we ain't got
much to say
before i let you get away

are you gonna be my girl?

jane is a spitting image of her... or rather a sort of tribute- in a different time: when she was free, and happy, and so intoxicating a presence. the orange scarf (the kind of which to purchase i would not even know where to start looking) with the matching comfy sweatshirt; her hair in pigtails. the earrings playing so delicately off her/your cheekbones. the warmth, energy, the style. i can feel you here again. how i wish you were.
my heart breaks to hear your voice. the struggle in its timbre, the exhaustion in its pace. your determination and spirit keep you afloat despite your body failing you. how i want to rescue you... to shoulder this burden. to lay you down in your bed, and tuck you in, and stand at the door to keep you uninterrupted; metamorphasis beginning. i know you will emerge as the youthful beautiful muse i fell in love with that first time you said goodbye to me: before i even knew your name.

i told you i didn't know how to use a semicolon.