I don't want to wait for our lives to be over....
He showed up all wet
On the rainy front step
Wearing shrapnel in his skin
I was in my room writing emails to clients, checking my bank balance, trying to do normal things. Then a noise, the doorknob, the door, the light rustle of a bag. My breath caught for a moment. It's too soon to expect him. A phone call, that's all I expected before he collapsed into his bed and then took care of his city. I realized I wasn't breathing, realized I wasn't moving. My feet felt slow and heavy as I moved into the living room and then there he was. He was as amazing as I remembered, despite the exhaustion on his face. Next thing I knew, I crossed the room and was in his arms. He felt so real so solid. His tears were warm as he clung to me.
And the war he saw
Lives inside him still
We collapsed into the bed and I slept better than I had in weeks. He never let go, not once during the twelve hours. I stayed up parts of that night watching him sleep. Amazed that he was mine, amazed that I hadn't run away and neither had I.
His voice had been solid, serious, 'Now don't freak out this isn't a proposal. But this is a promise that no matter what happens I will always come home to you." The ring was beautiful, and I wished that the ring could hold that promise true. He was serious, he still believed he'd always come home to me. I held my hands out, and he put the ring on my right hand.
He stayed, he's still here. The moon is beautiful tonight. He's sleeping again. So perfect, so accepting. Existence is War, it's hard to believe this man who loves me is an Arrow, a fighter, possibly a killer if needed. At the same time, he's fought for me, hasn't he? A white knight breaking down walls, waiting patiently for my guard to drop. The moonlight falls on his face. I should end this now. But, I can't, he's part of me now. I look down at the ring, still on my hand. God help me. So, instead I climb back into bed and he curls up around me.
So open up your morning light
And say a little prayer for right
On the rainy front step
Wearing shrapnel in his skin
I was in my room writing emails to clients, checking my bank balance, trying to do normal things. Then a noise, the doorknob, the door, the light rustle of a bag. My breath caught for a moment. It's too soon to expect him. A phone call, that's all I expected before he collapsed into his bed and then took care of his city. I realized I wasn't breathing, realized I wasn't moving. My feet felt slow and heavy as I moved into the living room and then there he was. He was as amazing as I remembered, despite the exhaustion on his face. Next thing I knew, I crossed the room and was in his arms. He felt so real so solid. His tears were warm as he clung to me.
And the war he saw
Lives inside him still
We collapsed into the bed and I slept better than I had in weeks. He never let go, not once during the twelve hours. I stayed up parts of that night watching him sleep. Amazed that he was mine, amazed that I hadn't run away and neither had I.
His voice had been solid, serious, 'Now don't freak out this isn't a proposal. But this is a promise that no matter what happens I will always come home to you." The ring was beautiful, and I wished that the ring could hold that promise true. He was serious, he still believed he'd always come home to me. I held my hands out, and he put the ring on my right hand.
He stayed, he's still here. The moon is beautiful tonight. He's sleeping again. So perfect, so accepting. Existence is War, it's hard to believe this man who loves me is an Arrow, a fighter, possibly a killer if needed. At the same time, he's fought for me, hasn't he? A white knight breaking down walls, waiting patiently for my guard to drop. The moonlight falls on his face. I should end this now. But, I can't, he's part of me now. I look down at the ring, still on my hand. God help me. So, instead I climb back into bed and he curls up around me.
So open up your morning light
And say a little prayer for right