Your breath against my back
The rhythm distracts and it’s hard to sleep
But suddenly I wake to the sound of the word “beautiful”
And I wonder… Just another past love here to haunt me?
Or something I need to understand before I move along?
The world is on the horizon, just past this highway
The pigeon finds his stop on this commuter train…
And exits a touch confused
I think, maybe we all need to get away, to find a way
I count each day that I don’t reach out to you
And I try to forget the fact that you don’t reach back
Because it hurts.
Why should I feel lonely?
Mausoleum shining like a monument
Your hands were strong, yet soft
I held them in mine, and looked into you
I closed my eyes to remember the moment and when I opened, you were gone.
The back of my heart sore from standing tall
After so long being defeated
This ache seems to bear your name but does it have anything to do with you at all?
Or does it merely bear witness?
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