Faced with a dying light,
You both stand with match stick in hand,
But you still remain lost, and undecided,
With nothing to strike it on,
You’re both aware of pain,
And the emptiness that comes in sillage,
But your future still lies,
In the understanding of one another,
You wait at her back door,
With a letter guided by pen and written in love,
In the hopes of new beginnings,
You want,
To be understood by the other and loved by no one else,
We all make mistakes,
And we second guess ourselves,
But it’s all in the hopes to find,
True love, in someone else,
She’s aware of your love,
But has questions for you and herself,
Whatever comes from this love that may dismiss,
Mature from it, and don’t lose yourself.
I wrote this a few weeks ago for a friend. He absolutely means the world to me at this point in my life. I went through a bad break up a while back that brought back unpleasant memories from my past and it destroyed me emotionally. He was there while I tried to re-define myself and stand up on my own to feet in the wake of my emotional breakdown. He was having problems with a girl that he was in love with so I wrote this for him trying to grasp a hold of his situation. They are actually together now and as far as I know they are happy.
