Some day
Words play on a melody. As though I was just the afterthought. And as
uplifting as I hope to be I just wanted to be what you felt. Just as you always wanted me to be.
Tokens, I'd give to hear. Your thoughts I beg to listen to. Even if they were mundane. I would just watch your lips move in enjoyment.
Patience I pray for as I look inside the mirror before me. Recalling the smirks and dry jokes. Looking for the smile I once held upon rosy lips. Yours, mine.
Oh how most of the the songs I listen to, still, are ones you suggested. And as I realize some do not relate to me, I still recognize they are a great selection. The clarity of some held depth within me.
Yet I can recall even moments of complete silence I could feel this underlining of connection. Just by observing. And as I see myself reliving some of the lessons I find myself thanking of the time allowed in your presence. Although very short, grasping moments the lessons of life given.
Oh how the mind scans the film. Finding the cells that mattered the most. The allowances of the extra heart beats. Even the tidbits of gut wretching pain. And still all I can do is be thankful of a year gone. Thankful of times even recalled as goodness.
Perhaps that is the chuckle that clings to my lungs. Perhaps that is the beauty in the light. See all I want now is that you find your peace. Brief moment in time when recalling the steps were necessary to carry forward. Indeed I am glad a moment of madness was opened.
And even as I ache for you, just to see you again, I know I can not, ever. With that I close the door to your memory. Thankful I was graced with a memory.
As my day carries forward, I am looking forward to what is brought forward in the years to come. And I am sure I will find moments when I wonder what is happening in your neck of the woods, I still hope that life is bringing you love, happiness and joy.
Oh though does that stop the echo I have inside, sometimes. But you see that is the talk that carries me forward. The push I find I need to seek what is me. Just once, I want to see you answer me.
Someday, maybe. Perhaps. When joy is fullfilling your life. A conversation of decades ago brings laughter. Even a gentle hug and maybe a peck on your cheek.
I can hope one day, some day you will ask of me, a sincere hello. Face to face.
uplifting as I hope to be I just wanted to be what you felt. Just as you always wanted me to be.
Tokens, I'd give to hear. Your thoughts I beg to listen to. Even if they were mundane. I would just watch your lips move in enjoyment.
Patience I pray for as I look inside the mirror before me. Recalling the smirks and dry jokes. Looking for the smile I once held upon rosy lips. Yours, mine.
Oh how most of the the songs I listen to, still, are ones you suggested. And as I realize some do not relate to me, I still recognize they are a great selection. The clarity of some held depth within me.
Yet I can recall even moments of complete silence I could feel this underlining of connection. Just by observing. And as I see myself reliving some of the lessons I find myself thanking of the time allowed in your presence. Although very short, grasping moments the lessons of life given.
Oh how the mind scans the film. Finding the cells that mattered the most. The allowances of the extra heart beats. Even the tidbits of gut wretching pain. And still all I can do is be thankful of a year gone. Thankful of times even recalled as goodness.
Perhaps that is the chuckle that clings to my lungs. Perhaps that is the beauty in the light. See all I want now is that you find your peace. Brief moment in time when recalling the steps were necessary to carry forward. Indeed I am glad a moment of madness was opened.
And even as I ache for you, just to see you again, I know I can not, ever. With that I close the door to your memory. Thankful I was graced with a memory.
As my day carries forward, I am looking forward to what is brought forward in the years to come. And I am sure I will find moments when I wonder what is happening in your neck of the woods, I still hope that life is bringing you love, happiness and joy.
Oh though does that stop the echo I have inside, sometimes. But you see that is the talk that carries me forward. The push I find I need to seek what is me. Just once, I want to see you answer me.
Someday, maybe. Perhaps. When joy is fullfilling your life. A conversation of decades ago brings laughter. Even a gentle hug and maybe a peck on your cheek.
I can hope one day, some day you will ask of me, a sincere hello. Face to face.
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