Moment of Memories
And sometimes when I dream of you
There's nothing but my love for you
A deep and hollow ache inside my heart
With my arms wrapped 'round your waist
and my heart, worn bleeding, on my sleeve
you've got me wrapped around your fingertips
just about to slip
Memories of spaces, people, places
Things that never were
Never will be, never can be
I wake to blurry memories
I had a long and convoluted dream this morning. You were there, and you were there, and you. Only a very few faces I could put names to, but all of them familiar.
There was some kind of plot against us. I had it figured out from the start, you figured it out when we were there, and I was protecting us both. You, and me, and someone else, we had to stick together. I had to protect you. And when one of the others, the protagonists of this plot, when she looked at you and said, "You? You're perfect. Except for three things," I told you not to ask. I only heard two, and they were so inane and silly that they nearly made me laugh. I've forgotten them in the light of the day.
Today, I did not cry. Today, I was okay.
Today, I took one step further on the road, and maybe one day it won't hurt so much to remember.
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There's nothing but my love for you
A deep and hollow ache inside my heart
With my arms wrapped 'round your waist
and my heart, worn bleeding, on my sleeve
you've got me wrapped around your fingertips
just about to slip
Memories of spaces, people, places
Things that never were
Never will be, never can be
I wake to blurry memories
I had a long and convoluted dream this morning. You were there, and you were there, and you. Only a very few faces I could put names to, but all of them familiar.
There was some kind of plot against us. I had it figured out from the start, you figured it out when we were there, and I was protecting us both. You, and me, and someone else, we had to stick together. I had to protect you. And when one of the others, the protagonists of this plot, when she looked at you and said, "You? You're perfect. Except for three things," I told you not to ask. I only heard two, and they were so inane and silly that they nearly made me laugh. I've forgotten them in the light of the day.
Today, I did not cry. Today, I was okay.
Today, I took one step further on the road, and maybe one day it won't hurt so much to remember.
(Cross-posted from this entry on Dreamwidth. There are
comments there, please add your own using OpenID!)