This will fade away, 
in time, 
guaranteed.
And I’ll be waiting,
watching,
letting the happiness 
**** me slowly.
In a moment it will be true,
written in red ink,
scratched in vinyl
recorded in tune.
We’re worlds apart
but right next door,
Across a road we’ll call Atlantic
And a sidewalk that lines the ocean floor
So far gone,
so far from “start.”
Far to far
to time our beating in hearts.

There was a time I’d wait for days to hear your voice,
Over the phone, under the table, through the radio
To hear you whisper my name,
And now I long for silence.

The way you sang with the wind as I drove too fast
Down backend roads and up empty streets,
And you thought I couldn’t hear you;
And now I long for silence.

And I waited for days on end by the telephone on my nightstand
Listening so hard for the telltale signs of a ringing heart,
Wanting only to hear your voice call mine back,
And now I long for silence.

Quiet used to be so deafening, like sirens blaring,
I could feel it, I hated how it hung in the air all around my head.
I’ve since found peace in the absence of your sound,
And now I love the silence.

When I hear your words through song
I hope I someday can sing

In harmony with your love

But for now I long for silence.

All the pretty girls with their pretty boys too
Holding hands along the beaches of the lake,
Singing together nearly inaudibly,

Of songs about hearts that beat in time.

And it’s while I watch them silently,
From a distance I know quite comfortably
Seeing how they move near effortlessly

That I know it’s time for me to leave.

So home is where I’ll go,
But the only home I know
This home somewhere on the road,

The home I don’t own where I belong.

I think I met an angel
Once she fell from the sky
She took my heart in hand
Promising she knew right.

In her eyes I saw the past
And love, and wisdom and lies
And in her hands
Some kind of warmth
The kind you feel when crying.

She showed me the light
Some place far off, inside
My mind, where she took her place
Placed her chords
And played a melody
Which stole my soul in time.

I think I met an angel
Once she fell from the sky
She took my heart in hand
Promising she knew right.

In her eyes I saw the past
And love, and wisdom and lies
And in her hands
Some kind of warmth
The kind you feel when crying.

She showed me the light
Some place far off, inside
My mind, where she took her place
Placed her chords
And played a melody
Which stole my soul in time.

Words are not
A source of income,
But of outcome,
Because they should
Flow from within you
And if they don’t
Flow from within you,
Maybe you need to
*Turn the faucet on.

It’s funny,
It started with a play.
A date, to watch a friend live life
Set forth by words on a page.
Now one year later,
New words are being said.
And you’re back home,
Not here,
You’re back home
With new love in your head
With new love in your bed.
I hope he makes your heart
Beat faster than I did.