I look for your face in the passing familiar cars with the hope and fear, that it’ll be you.
I don’t know what I’m looking for.
Maybe a glimpse of the past.
Maybe a glimpse of the person I was, who loved you with an aching love.
All this time, I’ve been trying to get her back, thinking that’s who I really am.
With an anxious anticipation, I enter every building, every street we’ve passed together, fearful that its you I’ll see,
Hoping that it’s you I’ll see.
All these places hold the memories of you and I, the traces of moments in time I so vividly remember.
But the time has come, when that can never be,
and yet,
I am ready to face the reality that things have changed.
That I have changed.
Now the past is just a faded memory, with dull feelings and distant dreams,
But my hope remains.
For Christ has made me well.
When I see my reflection, I remember who I am again.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
I look for your face in the passing familiar cars with the hope and fear, that it’ll be you.
I don’t know what I’m looking for.
Maybe a glimpse of the past.
Maybe a glimpse of the person I was, who loved you with an aching love.
All this time, I’ve been trying to get her back, thinking that’s who I really am.
With an anxious anticipation, I enter every building, every street we’ve passed together, fearful that its you I’ll see,
Hoping that it’s you I’ll see.
All these places hold the memories of you and I, the traces of moments in time I so vividly remember.
But the time has come, when that can never be,
and yet,
I am ready to face the reality that things have changed.
That I have changed.
Now the past is just a faded memory, with dull feelings and distant dreams,
But my hope remains.
For Christ has made me well.
When I see my reflection, I remember who I am again.
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