Sometimes I have to remind myself that it was real
I stare at your pictures and look in your eyes Searching for a sign of falsity Finding nothing but love I need to believe that’s what it was That it was something special Something of five lifetimes Something that left a mark on you As it did me. I drive by your house Do you do the same? Not sure what I’m hoping to find But it isn’t there yet. I wonder if you think of me Am I a fond memory Or a sad mistake? Am I a reminder of when you could be who you are? And do you miss those days? Or have you found happiness in captivity?
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Smoking cigarettes and listening to vinyl
That was our routine It may not seem like much But it was everything to me Dreaming of a day Not so far away Where I would share your name It may not seem like much But it was everything to me Holding you while sleeping Nursing you through bad dreams Waking in the morning to eye lid kisses and happy smiles That was our routine It may not seem like much But it was everything to me You up making coffee As I slept in our cozy nest Walking to your car as you left for work Whispering I love you Kisses on my forehead It may not seem like much But it was everything to me Looking up at stars so bright That night outside the cabin Cold to the bones Looking for the big dipper Black sky moonlight It may not seem like much But it meant everything to me The time I got with you Waking up to something new Loving you with all I had It may not seem like much But it was everything to me. 5 words and no explanation.
No closure. No way to respond. 5 words and you're gone. Was that all she meant to you? Was that all she was worth? 5 words and then you walk? All the promises, All the plans, All the late nights, The music that held you in its sway 20plus years and a knock on the door And 5 words tore it apart. 5 words broke her will Broke her resolve Called into question everything she thought she believed. 5 words Just 5 words and a betrayal Without even a kiss on the cheek. Enjoy your pieces of silver As you dangle from your tree. The chosen left without warning
She still on her knees in the temple Offering, bargaining anything she could recall for one last grasp of his hem, one touch of his sandal. Wrapped in sacred clothes, he would glance at her from the side yet, she hung on every word. What came from his mouth was gospel and one touch could change her world. The chosen left without warning as she wailed and tears flowed. She, left behind in the temple surrounded by scraps of what wasn't but could have been. You swore an aversion to being controlled
Yet, here you are, salting the bountiful to sow among weeds And for what? Because you were told you would burn? Or was it because you lack the conviction to actually choose the narrow path? It is easier to be led by the collar than to break the chains you've now welded. To turn your face from the warmth of the sun to nest in a cavern of dank despair. Blessed be the man who runs from his own happiness for he shall inherit the crown of the martyr and drink from the bitter sponge of self righteousness. How does it feel?
Now that you know you’ve broken her. Now that you e taken her down to the base Now that you’ve ripped her stability and made her question her very sanity? How does it feel? Now that you’ve given her no reason or rhyme Now that you’ve taken her future And made her question her past Made her question her decision to trust Made her question her worth How does it feel? Are you powerful now? Are you fulfilled? Are you happy now that you’ve left her in utter confusion and pain? Fair is not a word that can often be used in matters of the heart
In this case there is simply no application Blindsided Forsaken Obliterated Unanswered Those words fit Those words tell the tale of your abrupt departure And what was left in its wake Those words tell of what it is like to be thrown away like so much trash After giving all I had and leaving nothing behind. Unforeseen
A bolt shot through the gloom Transfigured my soul Ignited a blaze Searing unbounded I am consumed Submerged Pulled by the tide Going under --- swallowed whole Prepared to exhale Welcoming absolution He came here every day.
That secluded park where friendship blossomed into something else. That lonely pew where fidelity was pledged. He held his memories as sacred treasure Under the spectral moonlight. The landscape now as parched as is vitality This would be his last call. They'd shared their final libation. He committed the cruet to the ground as a manifestation of what was. A legacy of days passed. Silently, he shuffled up the trail With hopes to join her again. Eyes closed, focused on the road untraveled. I have no time anymore
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