Variations on a Theme

Again this is about 'Blue Sky.' This was more of a remembering-the-good-days-spliced-with-the-reality-of-the-situation poem. So the last item in the triad of each line is the reality, obviously. It is actually interesting reading this because part way through reading I think, "we did have some good times," but, by the end of reading it, I am thinking, "damn, that ended in a disaster of emotions, bleh." Have at it:

Variations on a Theme

I remember…
The way you looked, the way you smelled, the way you were bad for me.
I remember…
The way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you stared through me.
I remember…
The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you walked away from me.

I remember these simple variations on a theme.
I remember these words you used to mean.

Your eyes, they burned bright, brighter than the sun
Your thoughts, they flickered from me, escaped on the run

I remember…
The way you cared, the way you stared, the way you ignored my call
I remember…
The way you fought, the way you taught, the way you never broke my fall
I remember…
The way you loved, the way you kissed, the way we hit that wall

I remember these simple variations on a theme.
I remember these words you used to mean.