(In my dreams) I spoke to her last night. And it hit me like ice cold water. Too much and too many people have moved on. No, they'r just running in different directions. And I'm there. On a chair. Blogging.
And I thought about the story we read together.
Being a leaf or a twig must be what joy means. You don't even have to worry about a thing. And one day when you fall, you won't even scrape your knee. You'll simply lie there...not a soul will bother you.
Sitting here seeing things from galss door. I see things speed by. Without you, it all seems slow, it all seems parched. I hate to admit I'm falling apart. I'd rather be hurt than feel nothing without you.
And than i turn my chair to other side,and laugh at a joke not even half as funny, eyes elsewhere, but the mind, it was this close to you. You had just walked across to get to the other side, using me. I never missed the twinkle in those eyes after you got here. And oddly, I'd build a million bridges for you to cross over if it only got a twinkle in those eyes. I want you to be gone with the wind...And never come back. I can't let you make me go weak in the knees.
We can run away, forever. I'm on a boat and only short of direction. I need you to guide me. I'v lost you to time, I'v lost you to space. I won't let us drift apart. Apart, we aren't complete. You can either complete us, or complicate us.
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