Not So Much A Line, Really.
You drew a timeline in the sand
Your index finger marking a straight line
A symbol of my behavior
You said, "You started out like this-"
And as you continued
And as the sand folded over the intense sketchings of your index finger
I realized I couldn't have been
Two more seperate people
Had my life demanded it
You pointed to the end of your makeshift timeline
"This is how you are now-"
Making a full half circle
How I was
To how I am
Apparently, they are now the same
And I smile
Thinking, Maybe, this is my chance with you
Flashforward to us dancing on the streets
Making noise that cuts the silence of the night untill it shatters
And You're holding me now
Calling me your forever girl
And I smile
How I was
Is what I needed to be
In order to have you
And I accepted that.
But now the dance is done
And there was no tremendous exclaimation either way
You neither wanted the dance so badly
That you would saw your own bones in attempts to keep the music going
Nor did you want to end it so intensly
That no flight could have been fast enough
Instead we just
Fizzled.
Ended.
Collapsed onto ourselves much like the sand folding ferverantly
In Anticipation
Of your timeline.
And I find myself wondering back to your musings
How I was
To who I am
Is this the straight line you talked so fondly of?
Because it feels so broken
So shattered
So incomplete
And I'll walk back to that beach
And feel the wind in my hair
Making it snap and shutter at the memories it had witnessed
What I wouldn't give for our forbidden song in the streets
But now
All we have
Is that timeline,
That curve- That has always been so simple to you
And so unabashedly complex to me.
Your index finger marking a straight line
A symbol of my behavior
You said, "You started out like this-"
And as you continued
And as the sand folded over the intense sketchings of your index finger
I realized I couldn't have been
Two more seperate people
Had my life demanded it
You pointed to the end of your makeshift timeline
"This is how you are now-"
Making a full half circle
How I was
To how I am
Apparently, they are now the same
And I smile
Thinking, Maybe, this is my chance with you
Flashforward to us dancing on the streets
Making noise that cuts the silence of the night untill it shatters
And You're holding me now
Calling me your forever girl
And I smile
How I was
Is what I needed to be
In order to have you
And I accepted that.
But now the dance is done
And there was no tremendous exclaimation either way
You neither wanted the dance so badly
That you would saw your own bones in attempts to keep the music going
Nor did you want to end it so intensly
That no flight could have been fast enough
Instead we just
Fizzled.
Ended.
Collapsed onto ourselves much like the sand folding ferverantly
In Anticipation
Of your timeline.
And I find myself wondering back to your musings
How I was
To who I am
Is this the straight line you talked so fondly of?
Because it feels so broken
So shattered
So incomplete
And I'll walk back to that beach
And feel the wind in my hair
Making it snap and shutter at the memories it had witnessed
What I wouldn't give for our forbidden song in the streets
But now
All we have
Is that timeline,
That curve- That has always been so simple to you
And so unabashedly complex to me.