Damn it! I try
I know you don't want me to feel this way.
I know you'd fix it if you could.
But fixing is the last thing I need.
Remember what it was like to listen.
To simply fall into the sound of my voice.
Remember when I would sing to you,
even through the tears.
You would close your eyes...
even attempt to harmonize...
Where do you go now
that even off-key
you will not sing with me?
There was a time when we shared a dream...
perhaps that's where these tears come from,
knowing that the dream has changed
we have changed
and even if it is for the better
what good is it
if we are driven further apart?
So much time has become our own
now that the nest is empty
more than it is full.
It is in the emptiness
that I feel the weight of the silence
and wonder how we find our way back
with no bread crumbs left to pepper the path
Did you forget them...
or did I?
I pull my hand back quickly
from the pocket you never knew was there.
The dust in my palm
now all that remains
of our path
and the raven has grown hungry.
Much too late for regret
and I know you don't want to see me cry.
I get to play host for OpenLinkNight, so once again, I'm up early! There's a pub to prep and steins to polish don't you know...and I'm thinking I might even iron the apron this week, as I'm feeling strangely domesticated. There will be ample Poetry on tap at dVersePoets and I can mix a mean Long Island Ice Tea! Hope to see you at the Pub, Poets! Linking up at 3pm EST. Don't you just love Tuesdays!!! :)