You like others I know that
your current crush through the years
me never measuring up
you don't love me,
be honest
you would have let me die slowly
never really caring
not giving me a hand while i slip to depths
shrugging and moving on
pointing your pale finger at my sinking self
you have a crush and always did on others
me never measuring
never good enough

The light goes off in my mind
i think of those times of blame
not measuring up to your current flame
the high and mighty measure
the ruler measuring high
i can never measure up
never meeting your lofty podium
beating me down with your words
disappointment is the day
year by year
someone else better always  
"I love you" you would say
never really meaning it
disappointment is the day
never measuring up

When I hold her hand time stops.

When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong

I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue and
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
You Know there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change
Are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love, To make you feel my love

There is a burning thought that cuts through my brain and won't let me ignore the reality of it that breaks through my wanting of the unimportant ... a true story from last week:

At a shelter for those that are experiencing homelessness. I am handing out clothes and shoes. I do this for selfish reasons.  The joy of giving, filling my empty spaces. Giving is a selfish act when it feels so good.

The point of this ramble is....

I overheard two men who picked out shoes and shirts and returned to eating their lunch in the corner. One said to the other, " This is great, this shows you sometimes things just work out right."

My soul rested.

I am empty,
       given myself all away.