for only

an image from a long, long time ago, is haunting me, it plays itself, with picture perfect clarity, a certain walk, a certain talk, forever twenty-three, for only me to see, i watch it like a movie, the details so consume me, what's real will surface when it's gone, by now you've heard the news, what is there left to do, i watch it like a movie, the details so consume me, what's real will surface when it's gone, your face looks so familiar, unwashed and quite peculiar, no i can't say that i recall, i guess it's gone