One day you will sit here,
On these cool leather seats,
And you will say my name and laugh.
Laugh, the way we laughed to fill the awkward silence after "her" name.
Distracting ourselves from the countless "why's" that lead to someone calling Every Sunday.

Every Sunday.

Every. Sunday.


And I guess, you just don't think about these things.

Not until the palm of your hand is wrapped around the hand of another.

You say my name and laugh.
"I" am "her".
"She" is me.

I will hold you in my heart, long after these fleeting moments have ended.
Longer still, from when our last words have floated off into the void of wayward dreams and forgotten hopes.
And I will hold in me each smile, each stolen glance, each tender moment, every bit of your laughter -
So golden and glorious, that when you laughed, the entire world followed suit.

And for one moment , she rests.
The world on her platform,
Stops. And relishes in the splendid sound of your joy.

The funniest thing about endings
Is they rarely look like endings
They are wrapped in smiles
And plastered with words
Meant to sting but not burn
They wear hope like a jacket
Which they leave on the floor after a night you can't remember
The thing about endings
The key to their masquerade
Is the fact
That they look like beginnings.

When I was young
When the sky was new
And the air was fresh
And flick'd with blue
And there was me
But not yet, you

When I was young
With many thoughts
And many dreams
And not yet caught
Up in eyes
Of the bluest, blue
Oh, there was me
But not yet, you

When I was young
And patient, still
And love a dream
A constant thrill
And didn't hurt
For hurt was still,
A long way from my mind

And now there's you
And there is me
And maybe "us"
And maybe "we"
Can't commit
So far you flee
You leave me far behind

And now there's me
But there's no you
There never was
So know, it's true
That love is fast
And love outflew
My grasp
I could not keep.

If you have to, just leave.
But don't come back, if you do.
Let me forget about "we",
Let me forget about "you".
Don't wrap me around,
Your finger so tight.
Just leave me to be,
Just leave me despite-
A hundred sweet memories,
Two hundred warm hugs,
Three hundred deep kisses,
Four thousand and one-
The days it will take,
Maybe less, prob'ly more...
To forget who you are,
What we weren't..what we were...
Oh, I understand, do what you must do.
If you leave, leave me be....
No more "we"... No more "you".

Little girl, I am so sorry.
14 years old, how could you have known.
21, and I should have known better.
And yet here I am, not far, have I flown.
Do you see the house, up on the hill?
It knew we'd be back,
It waited, and still-
I swore this time was different.
How many times I wish I'd listened.
Just variations on a theme!
Little girl, I am so sorry.
I've led us back into the dark.
Back to this place, these familiar woods, filled with the pain we'd worked so hard- to rid ourselves of completely.
To start fresh, to start anew.
And of all the lies I've ever told,
I'm most ashamed I lied to you.

I love you.*
And I'm writing it here,
Because I can't write it there.
But it doesn't change how I feel.

And no matter how hard
I've pushed it away,
I can't deny,
that it's real.

As real as I, who am standing here.
And you, miles away.
In a town enveloped in the thickest snow,
In a house engulfed by the shade.

I dream of taking you away from there.
For us, for you, for me.
But these dreams are just the dreams of my dreams,
And there's no way they can be.

So I'm writing it here,
Because I can't write it there.
And you may very well, never know.
That I love you now, and I'll love you then, and I'll love you wherever I go.