Days Gone By.

Days gone by

I'm counting down

Scenes roll on

As we drive out of town

Hours pass

I've been thinking of us

Writing these words

On a London bound bus

The sky turns grey

I dream for a while

As the road goes on

Stretches mile after mile

And we both have traveled

To towns far and wide

Will our feelings have changed

Will they turn, like the tide

Distance

Times like these

I miss you like sleep

Rome to Madrid

All in between

Glass half empty

Glass half full

Change of heart

A late phone call

Will I spend time chasing summer

Spend time chasing you

Cross countries, by cities

For hopes far fetched

Sunsets over cityscapes

I'm without you

Are you seeing the same

Somewhere in the world

The Scheme of Things.

In the scheme of things

It's not much at all

But the magnification

That'll be my downfall

In the scheme of things

The distance, not so far

Where I come loose

Wanting to be where you are

In the scheme of things

It's a matter of days

And they'll pass us by

In a summer haze

For now though, I'm here

You're there, we're apart

Yet you still hold every piece of my heart

I Carry You

I carry you with me,
Everywhere that I go
A glance, a touch, a moment
You hold my heart, won't let me go
It beats for you, you own it
For all at once, returns a wave, 
A tide I cannot bear
To rush into, to hold, just you
Again, will you be there?
Here at last, where walls once stood,
We see each other clearly
Longing so, yet holding back
From loving far more dearly
Diving far where breath is scarce
And air there will be none,
Who will be the one for you
When all has come undone

Truth

That of lungs and hearts
Words spoken
Others left unsaid

For hearts to feel
Bodies to share
Be held, be held
Closer than you knew you could

Stay beside me
Heart inviting
Past behind me
Your words biting

Cold and harsh
Like bitter wind
Whoever thought you'd go?

Overwhelmed

It's when I need you
I'll be most alone
You'll be useless
Like a broken bone

Your arms don't fit
To hold me
And things I thought you told me
They weren't there

You'll be gone
I'll say it's time
But don't worry now
I'll make sure I'm fine

Someday you might be here
For now I'll just be one
Overwhelmed
By what's to come

Something Else.

Sometimes, when she dances, it's like....

It's like...grace floating past you on a breeze.

Like you might just catch it if you were quick enough.

Her voice. She sings.

I take the sound she makes.

Take it in.

Wrap myself up in it.

It's peaceful.

It's her.

I know it.

Does she know?

For when she looks again will she know who she is?

Who I am?

No. She won't.

For we are merely two strangers.

Two souls. Not connected.

Just two people.

Trying to find something.

Even though we have everything.

Why keep searching?