I'll take up smoking
because it will bring warmth to my lungs, worn from lamenting,
& I'll learn to play the acoustic guitar,
because the songs of its strings resonate reminiscently with the sound of your voice.
I'll lose sleep in waiting
for your greetings & goodbyes,
& I'll find strength in old messages
(old memories)
you once felt desire to send.
[one day I'll learn, & I'll secure myself in place.]
---
you'll grow tall in your heart,
because you do not yet know the love of which you are capable,
& you'll lose hope sometimes,
because there are still so many mistakes to be made.
you'll eat late in the evenings,
because you've got so many better things to do,
& you'll eventually forget that these years,
(these moments,)
don't last forever.
[one day, you'll learn, & you'll fly.]
---
& we, like the tide,
will rise & fall.
we'll say hello on occasion,
but never goodbye.
we'll find vices to fill our gaps,
(because the summer is over, my love)
& the sun is setting on our time.
& some day, we'll learn, & we'll migrate in bittersweet peace.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 7:44 PM UTC
I'll take up smoking
because it will bring warmth to my lungs, worn from lamenting,
& I'll learn to play the acoustic guitar,
because the songs of its strings resonate reminiscently with the sound of your voice.
I'll lose sleep in waiting
for your greetings & goodbyes,
& I'll find strength in old messages
(old memories)
you once felt desire to send.
[one day I'll learn, & I'll secure myself in place.]
---
you'll grow tall in your heart,
because you do not yet know the love of which you are capable,
& you'll lose hope sometimes,
because there are still so many mistakes to be made.
you'll eat late in the evenings,
because you've got so many better things to do,
& you'll eventually forget that these years,
(these moments,)
don't last forever.
[one day, you'll learn, & you'll fly.]
---
& we, like the tide,
will rise & fall.
we'll say hello on occasion,
but never goodbye.
we'll find vices to fill our gaps,
(because the summer is over, my love)
& the sun is setting on our time.
& some day, we'll learn, & we'll migrate in bittersweet peace.
(those that migrate
must always return
Home.)
