The battlefield was here, where these cattle graze The cavalry and Comanche fought the better part of a day Guns against arrows, savages against the savagery, they were out-drawn Braves against the bullets, so helpless their plight Defending their land and families Maybe they were right Now, it’s just a valley The way it was back then The day before that massacre of forty honest Indians This is their memorial This bright day above A view that lasts for miles The many trees and shrubs And the wild flowers That grow between the rocks Their maidens wore them in their braids Before their loves were lost.
You left me with all these memories The way you stir your coffee That eyebrow you would raise Your quiet confidence Your understated Elegant style Your knowing ways You had me at hello And now at goodbye Always and still you amaze
I'm a better man for loving you A sadder man for losing you I'm not going through a phase Just reminiscing, maybe convincing myself That I'm gonna be OK
Dreams come in two varieties Those of tomorrow or the other For me, for us, there is only the past Why I dream only of yesterday I have no choice It just turned out that way
I can almost touch you at times But when I try, you turn away
Memories of you linger and flicker Over the sands of the time In wonder I treasure those times together When the feeling was sublime You may be gone but not the thought Of the love that once we knew So when I pause to remember In all candor, the thought of you renews Good wishes I send — that’s all I can do To the one in the end who loved me so true For which I shall ever give thanks Dearest one, I’ll think of you At the setting of my sun For once a upon a time Love was all we knew The glory of me and you In the time when we were one
We could touch the wind We did so every day Around the world of love So it was we sailed Aloft with inspiration And plans that we would make It was everything about her That made my body shake with exhilaration Oh, we were the bomb Riding high with hope Then one day it was gone
These days when I feel a gust I often think of her Such a beauty, what a heart That ensures and endures Still a part of me Always shall it stay Wherever I go And whenever the wind does play
There are moments I remember Places I have been, people I have met And then there is the one Who captured my heart and never let it go So long ago, yet still so near to me today Love as the enigma that forever stays As life goes on, time stands still Our fates entwined in a Lost yet lasting love, consigned To forever remembering and Embracing the past Forever together Forever apart Never to be reconciled The hurting heart Moving on Still looking back Caught between yesterday and tomorrow With today in the way Yes, I wonder what would have happened But I know I'll never know And if I did, I would not say
I used to write about you so intensely, so determined that everything I said would somehow reach you and the ink would spill in your veins. I used to write about you with a pinched heart, an ache that never left my bones, and a crystal tear in each eye that never wanted to stroll down my cheeks. I used to write about you, hoping that the missing-you feeling would pass and that the visions in my head would be diminished if I just ******* wrote down how I felt.
We were partners in crime. We were our own Bonny & Clyde, but you decided to get away with Billie Jean. My hair is falling out and the tears are streaming like blood down a pure river. I flushed my rosary, the one you gave to me, down the toilet and now the toilet’s clogged and I don’t want to get out of bed to fix it. I don’t even want to call your brother plumber, but maybe I will and maybe I’ll ***** him and leave lipstick kisses on the places I would leave them on you.
I feel so sick when I get in this cycle, when I start writing about you again and when everything just spills out of the glass. But I still write about you because the therapist tells me to.
I don't want to listen to old voicemails over and over, taking me back to the damage I did and the distance I drew, listening to you love me so much, until you couldn't. Reminding me of my sick satisfaction as I drove you away just to know I'd be fine without you. And you moved on, long forgot about me. It's a year later and your recorded voice cripples me with a crave for closure I'll never get. But, still I listen to that voicemail out of the same sick satisfaction I get from pushing limits before it becomes self-destruction.
Two years have come and passed. Two years since I last saw you, Since I last felt your arms around me, Since I last tasted your kiss. Since I last heard you say my name Since I last heard I love you fall from your lips. Since I last saw those incredibly eyes. Since I last saw that beautiful smile. And now here we are, About to see each other once more...