forgotten in the pages of old books
dust settles in the nooks
my hands wrinkle with age
my heart beats slower in its cage

if I forget everything else
let me remember the hope itself

the first feeling of love without pain
I run my fingers down windows streaked by rain

years will pass before I’ll pull out the pictures again
I’ll hold you close, smile at the love thats been

maybe we learn more about love when it’s gone  
maybe we learn more about silence in the song
maybe I love you more now that it’s over
maybe you missed me more when you weren’t sober

questions I won’t have answers to
and the worries are anything but new

I still see it so clearly
walking away that night in the rain, heart pounding so fearfully

did we make a mistake?
has all of my strength been fake?

you warned me as the light struck down and the thunder shook

“You can’t turn this into a book
you can’t run and write me into lines you were too afraid to live
there’s nothing left I can give”

I smiled then, turned and left you standing there
sometimes it scares me, that I ever made you think I didn’t care

I only turn my greatest loves into fiction, my dear