The story your eyes tell differs
from the one your tongue twisted

The way your lips delicately curve when you said my name differs
from the harsh rasp your throat releases when forming my name now

The melancholy your mind transmits differs
from the beautiful treasuries your heart holds within

The insults you accompany my laugh with differs
from the throne you appointed me to when you called me beautiful

The way your subtle, gentle hands caressed my face differs
from the trail of blood your fingers traced back to me

The warm image of future you portrayed for us differs
from the cold one we are currently living

The serene tune to you and I differs
from the loud and outrageous melody that reflects us

Or is it just me wishing that was our reality which differs
from our true actuality