Helen.

i hope i'm on your mind. i hope you're stuck repeating.
i hope i'm on your mind. i know you're on mine.
it was the dull of winter. it was the year we met.
the universe was working for once in my lifetime.
i hope i'm still on your mind.
could it be somehow we got the timing right this time?
i believe in second chances, but i'm aware of where we've been.
what is life without the slimmest chance of redemption?
i believe in new beginnings, but i remember how it ended then.
what is life without the thrilling curse of convention?
you were the ghost of helen. the face that launched a thousand ships.
i knew i'd witnessed something that was once in a lifetime.
and when she spoke, she slaughtered their laughter.
pity, disaster!
dumbfounded folk sauntered around her, notably faster.
i hope i'm still on your mind.
i'm convinced i will be if we get the timing right.
i believe in mending fences, but i'm aware of how you feel.
what is life without the dimmest chance of rejection?
i believe in independence, though i assume affection has appeal.
what is life without the thrilling curse of connection?