So I've been listening to you,
the whole time, and I never noticed.
Well, not entirely true. I knew the first time I went outside and looked into the rose of sharon and tried to picture it the way it looked when you were still standing in the driveway. and I knew walking across the stream watching the light dodging down to the water around the leaves. But what I didn't realize is that I must have been lonely the whole time, remembering that afternoon. even healing after you left was about the wind on the bottoms of my feet barefoot in the grass at sunset.
How is it that I'm only noticing thses things now?
I might forget how much I miss you, but I can't stop remembering how damn beautiful it is out here.
Well, not entirely true. I knew the first time I went outside and looked into the rose of sharon and tried to picture it the way it looked when you were still standing in the driveway. and I knew walking across the stream watching the light dodging down to the water around the leaves. But what I didn't realize is that I must have been lonely the whole time, remembering that afternoon. even healing after you left was about the wind on the bottoms of my feet barefoot in the grass at sunset.
How is it that I'm only noticing thses things now?
I might forget how much I miss you, but I can't stop remembering how damn beautiful it is out here.