For centuries after you left me
I left shoes and a sigh on the stairs
and every time I turn around
I’m still seeing you
From gardens to sidewalks to cities
your face is everywhere
and before I turn, in the corner of my eye
I swear I can see you smile
If my life is a book left unwritten
it’s you who’s holding the pen
If what we had was a broken mantra
I’m still singing it in my head
I’m trying to write something my own
but clichés keep slipping out…
there’s a reason for all those songs,
love is a light in the storm
For centuries after you left me
I kept wishing you’d come back around
because all the things we saw
don’t hold the same glitter without you
I know if I shout you’ll still be here
We can laugh and say the same words
I can follow you wherever you wander
but it’s not the same anymore
You tease me but lift her on your shoulders
and it’s even hard to hate her
It would be easier if I could be bitter
but I care enough to want her for you
I want you for her too, oh God how I miss us
the ease and the nights and shy smiles
And if you even give her half of what you gave me
it’s magic and mist and she’ll fall too
It would be easier if I could be bitter
I know it wouldn’t hurt this much
but I’ve been with you and
I’ve laughed with her
and I still still still love you both,
miss you more than you miss me
and all I can do with this heartbreak
is wish her a better ending.
Wish
Wish her a better ending. Some nice phrases in here, broken mantra, corner of my eye I see your smile. I understand. I have a former that at that junction where committments are decided, I asked how he felt if I went to see a former lover in order to do music. It was understood that there would be more than music made. He said I have no hold on you and you have none on me. He said later after I broke up with him that you do need to hold on to what was good. So when he found his wife he took the lesson he learned from me. I see him now so happy that it make me happy even a bit envious of their connection but not jealous. Thank you for reminding me with your poem. An letting me tell my story.