We used to
We used to groove
We used to groove to sounds of “The Night Time is the Right Time”
The right time was always hard to find cause we were always in the wrong.
We’d groove anyway
We’d ignore the problems of the day to groove to the rhythm of the night
I still remember
We used to groove
We used to sit silent
We used to sit silent while smoke rose and liquor poured
The glasses emptied as our hearts filled and burst until our eyes rested on each other’s smile
We’d sit silent anyway
We’d have so much to say yet sit so silent to savor a moment we knew couldn’t last
I still remember
We used to sit silent
We used to touch
We used to touch to remind us who we really were
The time and space found our hands in pockets and under closed arms, defensive and strong
We’d touch anyway
We’d reluctantly touch, then grasp the hand that fit so comfortably in our own
I still remember
We used to touch
We used to know
We used to know that we’d never work and our time was to be short
The pain was seen from every angle on that old beaten up couch. Our drug to dull the pain.
We’d know anyway
We’d know, withdraw, and repel. Our protective coating.
I still remember
We used to know
We used to remember
We used to remember how we grooved, sat, touched, felt
The time had come and gone for our memories to be shelved and to be replaced
And we’d remember anyway
We’d remember those lessons learned and the life lived
I still remember
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Don't trip on the re-post. I'm trying to get my writing grouped together. I didn't start using tags until recently.
This gives you a chance to comment like you've never done before ;)
peace