Battle scars

I remember waking up one morning, a long time ago, and finding a fallen eye-lash on my pillow. So black against the baby blue flowers. I remember smiling as I picked it up because I held a wish in my hand, and that's always something special. And I remember wishing...for you. With my eyes closed, before gently sending it on its way to wherever it is they go to make our dreams come true. You were going to come by that evening and take me out, so we could hang out with your friends at the local pub. I wanted to go dancing but no matter. You always made me feel like I was spinning. And the music never seemed to stop. But that was then....
And this is now. Now when I'm left with that sick feeling in my stomach like the one you get when you finally stop spinning. Now is when the music has faded into a dim memory and all I hear are faint echoes. Now is when we explain to people that we are 'just good friends'. Now is when I lean outside my window not because I think I'm going to see you waiting below as of old, not really...but because I'm wondering. Wondering about that eye-lash from a long time ago. Did it lose it's way? Did it stop at a wayside pool of dreams and forget that somewhere, someone was waiting? That somewhere someone was slowly losing faith in shooting stars and fallen eye-lashes and lucky pennies?
And yes, now is my new room where my sheets and covers are black. So I never forget...that all songs end. And a girl is unwise to buy only dancing shoes.