Maybe there could have been another way to do this... maybe even in another space.
However there is much more emotion at the tip of my fingers fueled only by the pain and joy that this 'situation' could ever bring.
I want to lay it all out, as if this were a studio and I laid it all on the track - at least this would make up for the courage that I lacked...
That night, early morning when words couldn't find me, the only solace that came my way was the incessant pain, reminder of the hurt that I may have caused, finally it has bind me
Years have gone by, and there are countless emotions, stories and other ways we bonded
Somehow in the back of my mind...I thought, I felt, there was still a future
Even when I see you moving...becoming a shadow in my rearview mirror
On the sidelines I was the one who became the cheerleader, for your brighter future
How could I state that I was devastated, emasculated, that you could never look to me as your provider
Scratch that we got past that... and mended wounds became yet another scar and lingering feelings
The short-lived mini-series we re-started living, was just a predecessor to the earthquake I would be feeling 12am that morning
How could it be suggested that the bed I laid in, would be the very same one I'd hold in disdain
How could it be normal to 'watch' while every fiber of my being, wants to be in that spot, that same spot from which you have replaced me
They say the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step...my one step took me 3.5miles
No cardio workout has ever made me produce that much sweat...blood...let us not talk about the tears that flowed
With every last drop I felt my heart growing cold yet still to a non-existent future I still hold
This is the story that remains untold.....
