she swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to...

i found something a few minutes ago in our computer room that has me baffled. completely. first, here is the poem.

buttons and baggage:

the sun burned blue
as eyeliner slathered on rocks
and fallen branches
holding themselves with bare extensions.
it was the secret
between myself and you
that turned the rain to daisies
as you whispered,
"she loves me not."
and navy turned to yellow
and whispers turned to poetry
and my heart turned to satin
and i dared you to touch.

so here is why i'm confused. this is vague, but i feel i wrote it about pat and the first night spent camping. it just makes sense. but it is dated may 6 and i didn't think the date lined up. so maybe it is dated wrong? i don't know. or it is about someone else...which does not seem true. and the title baffles me because i recall it meaning something to me at the time. i'm not sure what. but i'm confused. because it has to be about him, but i'm confused with dates and now i'm thinking about something ludacris. ramble ramble ramble.