May 2014
Holding hands, yet feeling alone,
Your presence was meant to be my home.
I can still feel you-
the you you used to be,
The us that was,
the you and me.
Holding hands, yet feeling alone.
Where did the excitement go?
The magic we would feel-
with every touch,
The joy,
the nerves,
the rush-
Holding on to every word-
anticipating the next.
Remembering each and every moment,
Waiting anxiously to create the rest.
Now we rest on each other,
sometimes without a word to say.
What happened to the moments-
when we hadn't enough hours in a day.
At least when we admit-
that what we had is now lost.
I will have gained a million memories to put to a song.
And every time 'our song' plays,
I'll surely think of you.
Dreams shared, Years lost-
*and all I'm left with is a tune.
Your presence was meant to be my home.
I can still feel you-
the you you used to be,
The us that was,
the you and me.
Holding hands, yet feeling alone.
Where did the excitement go?
The magic we would feel-
with every touch,
The joy,
the nerves,
the rush-
Holding on to every word-
anticipating the next.
Remembering each and every moment,
Waiting anxiously to create the rest.
Now we rest on each other,
sometimes without a word to say.
What happened to the moments-
when we hadn't enough hours in a day.
At least when we admit-
that what we had is now lost.
I will have gained a million memories to put to a song.
And every time 'our song' plays,
I'll surely think of you.
Dreams shared, Years lost-
*and all I'm left with is a tune.
