late night recollections (to you with the spotted face)

when i'd like to pass the time i recall that you might have 162 specks of black diamonds somewhere between nook and cranny of your left and right ears
and then i remember how i used to tell you god blew kisses all over your face just for me to count for the remainder of my lifetime
that it was exactly how i'd like to spend the rest of my lifetime
but often now i am lonely
so i sometimes recount the freckles on your face
just to remember the person i once was
because i left everything good i once was encased in a shell that is you
and because you've been gone so long
and because i've been gone so long
and i can't quite recall sometimes whether it was 162 or 126 specks of black diamonds scattered atop your skin
i summon your face in archive of memories just to remember that i felt alive once
and that i can feel alive once again.