Allister Reynolds: windows and walls and alcohol

the truth is

you were useless

and i was too

when i met you

oh how we all have problems

but me, mine, ive never stopped them as well as you have

because counseling and censorship

usually sinks ships

and i dont know how well it worked with you....

there you stood in the window-serve

and i didnt recognize you at first

but remember

just because i dont remember your name

or number, profession, or other

it doesnt mean that i dont remember your skin

wrapped up in the soft covers of another persons bed

and just because i dont remember the words you said

doesnt mean that i dont remember the way you had said them

and let them

fall of your lips

it doesnt mean that i dont remember your kiss

or your hips

or how it felt as my hands slide up the slip on your hip

but that was it

only one night

and it didnt feel right so i let it go

but now im here, standing drunk in a bar

and im too damn nervous to look you in the eye

and im too damn shy to even try to formulate words

im thinking about you so much it fucking hurts

and whats worst

is that i cant even remember your last name

let alone your first

butt, i saw you look back.

Who is Allister Reynolds?