i think we took the long way to avoid the traffic.
and all i know is that i was nervous. a thousand emotions came flooding back, but with some sort of distant tone.
and all i know is that i picked up my phone and messaged a best friend who would understand.
i didn't understand the casual nature of her response.
i didn't understand why, though i was nervous, i wasn't completely freaking out.
i didn't care if i impressed him.
i just wanted to revisit the scene.
i just wanted to see…
i walked up to the gate. the same.
i heard the footsteps and pretended to be absorbed in my phone.
i saw his face and remembered.
remembered.
like recalling a distant dream.
the conversations came easy.
we ate. we drank and were merry.
and we recalled the past…
the not so merry part…
or rather, i did…
i just wanted to see.
and forgiveness is a choice, after all…
and after tonight i'd leave that grave behind.
i found myself comparing the similarities.
and realized i was with a shadow of your past.
i saw a man who had let me in.
i saw a man who had received one too many blows.
i saw a man with a loyal heart…
and somewhere in there…
somewhere in his mind's eye he saw that i wasn't the same as all the others.
and he chose to run.
he didn't choose to stay, then.
which brings us to now.
i heard him speak of her…
but from behind the walls.
i heard him speak to her…
but from behind the walls.
and it made me a little sad.
sad to see him still there.
but hopeful that he'd find his way out someday…
like you did.
and i heard myself speak of you…
and i felt the butterflies swarm upward
the rush of blood to the head
and i couldn't wait to tell you again…
and you could hear it in my voice.
you could see it in my eyes.
i could feel myself light up
and i wanted you to feel it...
i wrote this song a while ago with the line,
"and we cried and we cried cause it was good to go free."
and back in the flat, looking over a deserted camden town
i cried and cried because it's so good to be free.
i took my heart to a place where the hurt ran deep
and it didn't hurt anymore
something beautiful has happened here.
something beautiful has begun…
love sent fear packing.
and i don't want it to ever let me go.
1 comment:
Awesome. You go deep, ma'am.
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