and after all these days, still
you’re like a subway train
you rattle through my thoughts
on the hour every day
and i cannot get away;
as you tumble past too fast
or trace back to the start
you’ve so woven a routine
in the railways of my mind, now
i’ve grown accustomed to the hum
of thoughts of you passing by.
as i sit here thinking
i only see your face
and every other thought i have
somehow feels out of place.
i think i know now why i held on for so long.
it wasn’t that your stories were so grand or your eyes so enticing,
not your laugh putting me at ease or your touch so inviting.
it was the prospect of your love that i was truly reaching for
no matter how i chose to look at you all i saw was an open door
to a world i’ve never known, but oh
i’m sure the grass is greener- they’ve told me that the air is sweeter.
in the end i could see myself living there with you,
and that golden sun ray floating in was what kept me
believing that this love was true.
it rained again last night- surrounding us all with a humid cloud. the fog of summers spring brought the thawing thoughts into my mind. it’s strange to see you on the horizon; a distant, shimmering mirage. are you simply a trick of the eye? i always second guess, check my watch, and when i squint into the sun again i can’t see you anymore.
the worst feeling
is when you can feel them slipping away
no matter how hard you try
the closer you get
the farther they go