“Each step I left
behind
Each road you know is
mine
Walking on the line
ten stories high
Say you'll still be
by my side”
I
think of you often.
(I
think of you always.)
Your
presence remains affixed in the landscape of my head.
Your
existence is something I wish to embrace as if it had ever not been a part of
my being.
But
time passes, people change and life goes on, and I remain standing where I am,
living as if suspended in motion, rooted to the ground.
Would
you care to put down roots of your own? Could
you?
“When the sun sets
we're both the same
Half in the shadows
Half burned in flames”
You
wanted to see my scars. You wanted to run your gaze over them, trace their
outlines with your fingers, wonder aloud at the history that caused them to
appear.
But
I was not the only one bearing any, was I?
You
do not get to pull the scabs off, while hiding yours.
“We can't look back for nothin'
Take what you need
say your goodbyes”
Your
touch ghosts over my skin to this day.
I
feel the weight of your arm resting against mine night after night.
But
it all disappears in the first light of each day, of a world that you could never
bear to be in.
“We're leaving the things we lost
Leaving the ones
we've crossed
I have to make an end
so we begin
To save my soul at any
cost”
I
wander away from everything I know and hold dear, in an endless hunt for a place
I could call home.
And
you had said to me once, “Home is where we are, remember?”.
I try and hold on to
those words while I continue to lay adrift.
But
my journey takes me farther and farther away from you, and each word I write to
you is taken beyond my reach forever.
How
could I ever hope to find you where I struggle to find myself?
