I remember when
"She knows me well,"
became
"She knows too much."
I offered all
of my support,
but he favored
the crutch.
In reality,
his duality
is what saved me
in clutch.
He'll call me when
things change again,
next time
he loses touch.

I took time to think it over
and so now, with things considered,
when you find a girl you think you love,
I hope you go and get her.
I hope she never leaves you,
and I hope that you're her light,
but I hope you dream during the day,
when guilt steals sleep at night.
When she wakes you up so gently
and your eyes are bloodshot red,
I hope the veins spell out in script
every word I ever said.
I might seem a little angry,
it might be a little bitter,
but when you find the girl you think you love,
I hope you go and get her.
When you finally settle down
with that girl you call your wife:
I don't think I hope you're happy,
I think I hope you wonder for the rest of your life.

It was like sunlight
on my skin
that woke me sleeping.
You said you loved me,
I was yours
for your safe keeping.
I loved you then,
I loved you all along.
You went to play my heartstrings
like you always knew the song.

Dark returned
when you were gone,
and you're still going.
All that used to
keep me warm
was knowing
that a part of you
had loved me all along.
The silence of my heartstrings
soon became the saddest song.

In waiting, I found sun
upon my shoulders.
It felt almost like
your whisper
in my ear.
It warmed my spine to tingling,
like you'd told me
the words I just as soon
would never hear.

My mind is wide awake now.
Thanks for leaving
me, with lessons from
the fables you proved true.
My heartstrings did fall quiet
when you left me
but the next time they are played
won't be for you.

Near or distant
slack & tension
One persists, the
sort of mention

Bound too tight
to see the other
lost in sight of
One each-other