You held my world in one hand,
You bore its weight upon your back.
I stood on a precipice,
Staring into the void,
And never feared I should fall.

You held me safe,
Held my world.
My heart,
My Love.
My Atlas.

Hold me,
Like you did before.

I will make a home of your arms,
A haven of your heart,

And discover myself
Within your Love.

It doesn't get any easier,
knowing you loved someone before.

Or knowing that if I try too hard,
Or be too honest,
You will be gone,
And someone else will have taken my place.

It doesn't get easier knowing
You still go on without me.

I can only hope that you stick around
Long enough
to fall
for me.

Then maybe you will be done running.

I'm happy,
so why are these tears streaking my face,
like the rain on my window pane?
And why am I howling like the wind?
Is it because I already know
That you are going to break my heart.
Maybe not today, nor months from now.
But you surely will,
You will break mine for fear I will
Break yours.

You will be gone,
And I will have to learn
How to get through the day
Without your smile.
Learn how to forget the beginnings
the memories,
The laughter and tears.
Learn how to listen to the songs you love,
Without thinking of you.

You will leave,
As calmly as you came.
Leaving me with stormy seas
And cold sheets.
I will have to learn its not your side of the bed
Anymore.
And this hand you hold so naturally
Will be pocketed out of sight.
I will learn those three words again
Separate from you.

The sheets will be colder,
And the bed so much bigger,
The nights so much longer
When you're gone.
My lips will learn to whisper,
and my hands will learn to stay,
The pieces of my hesrt will mend together,
But will be colder from that day.

You will break my heart
Before you will ever learn
That I love yours so fondly
That I would never see it break.

Isn't it funny how
When someone has given you
Their heart,
They always find a way
Of taking it back
Without you knowing.

Isn't it odd how
the reasons people fall
In love with you
Always seem to be
The very reasons they give
For not loving you
Anymore.

Isn't it strange how
No matter how much
You sacrifice
Or how much you offer
It never seems to be quite
Enough.

And my oh my
Doesn't it hurt.
Isn't it such an extraordinary ache.
Isn't it just like drowning and shattering,
When the love is gone.
No, not gone,
Never gone,
But stolen,
Kidnapped,
Taken hostage.
For if it were merely gone,
The pain wouldn't exist,
The ache wouldn't crush
as much
as it does.

It's the memories,
The memories that drive the pain,
That pull the gut.
It's the memories they should steal.
But no,
Ever the memories,
Ever the pain.
Isn't it funny??

Isn't it ...
Tragic.

I will always remember that night.
The first night we noticed how dark the evenings were getting,
After the late sunny evenings we had so loved.
Singing out loud in your car,
So comfortable with the enclosed space
And dark roads.

I noticed you looking at me,
And I will never forget the look in your eyes,
That so unsettled me,
The way you looked as if you had only just seen me
For the first time.

The confused expression you wore
As if I was someone new.
A land you had just stumbled across,
A landscape undiscovered
In the guise of the familiar.

What was it you saw that night?
My soul?
My heart?
Or merely the stranger in my well known skin?
I will never forget,
And I will never enquire.