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Sidewalk
It could've been your favorite scene.
It could've been Armageddon.
But it was just me and that door.
It was the day of days, love of loves.
If you had let me go, I'd be gone.
But you were something holy
Or a mere profit, it doesn't matter
Because the moment I saw you
It was like drowning
In a heaven full of smiles
Chained to there piteous partners.
I new then that I've found my messiah
In the distance between us.
All directions pointed to you.
Those first days became weeks.
I wish I had them back.
The cogs clicked in and we were one.
I'd shelter you
And you'd shelter me
As I pray for this kind of love
To come to all the lonely people
Whose windows felt the pain of the rain.
The world was a righteous place
Every moment my eyes awoke to you.
I was a damaged boy
And you sowed me into a man.
But like all things, time strangles
The roots of romance and the rest of it.
The politics of us cast its die
And the this and thats
Become to big for the picture
And the frame without cracks,
Revealing the phantoms
That corrodes our polished finish.
What was once so right
Crumbles into another statistic,
And as I use verbal patchwork
To clog the crevices in us
I become blind to the beast
That infects our once pure hearts.
And was one dynamic becomes static.
Pitting out fate against one another.
But I am stubborn and won't give up.
So I'll draw battle lines
For the war of love coming.
All the while the distance grows
And I can no longer here your voice.
No longer does your perfumes hover around me.
And you become a formless being
That once captured me with a glance.
You become a memory,
An image of a time of greatness.
We've had a year without.
I'm still cold within
As unanswered questions fill
My head with sorrows.
As every minute is a moment
Not with you.
So now the man once again becomes boy.
The stitches snap and the sores revealed.
If only the clock would go back
To that precious time
When the world was right,
When we were one.
But eternity is all before me.
And the terrifying wind
That carries your voice,
Beckoning me to continue,
A broken boy carrying on
Head down as I kick memory rocks
Down the sidewalk of the loveless.
