Whatever Happened...

I can still see your skin, in the dim pool light,
Caribbean braids, and your dark blue eyes.
The touch of your touch and a smile on my face,
you made me want to change the world, or at least our little place.
So I remember, tying faith around my neck,
it was kinda hard to breathe, it was kinda like you said.
"I believe in free love, and that all hate is wrong,
it'll hurt to be right", and then you were gone.

It rained that night, after you left,
like some poem or a play, I hope you got wet.
And I remember the hate, now it makes me laugh,
But still true to the cause, it wasn't about that.
Now imagine my surprise, when I saw you on the street,
Gucci boots and leather, you grew up so weak.
So perhaps you can't see, there's a scar on my head,
almost six feet deep, it wasn't there when we met.

Whatever happened?
Whatever happened...to all that hippy love shit?