And tonight I’ll leave you behind.
Hold, not onto the sorrow,
But onto the beauty of the times we shared.
I’ll remember the long, hot days under the sun –
The identities we created with various adventures,
faces plastered with concealer,
and made up names to tell to the curious strangers.
I’ll remember the dark days, but choose to live in the bright
moments that brought us heart to heart.
Remember me, not for the hole in your heart,
But for the love you felt, even if it were temporary.
For I’ll remember you, and us, and this place.
Glass half full.
Look to the left – bottle empty.
Look to the right – going for round two.
I’m falling behind.
Tilt my head back and now it’s empty.
Quick, catch up on round two.
Three down, but they’re still going.
Don’t stop until you’re caught up.
The world spins.
Faces blend together.
Let’s stop before it’s too late.
Look to the left.
Look to the right.
They’re still going, so why put up a fight?
A smile, a laugh, an unforgotten path.
Images played, again and again.
To remind me or to be taunting?
Is it better to rewind,
Or move forward on a new path that’s been designed?
It’s an endless cycle of self resurrection and self-doubt.
I smile, I laugh, and I focus on this new path.
Take me by the hand, but only for the night.
My heart will not speak to you,
For opening that red, bloody door is too much of a fight.
For only this one night, your physical feelings will suffice.
I call for you on this quiet night.
Please come mask the emptiness I feel, for only this one night.
You’ve been kind to my guarded door.
I’ve asked little of you,
but you’ve delivered more.
Your company was nice,
But I prefer to sit alone, on this empty floor.
Your heart is racing.
Your body is shaking.
The grey gravel catches your eyes.
They close tight, for you are not ready to see the end.
You are not ready to give up.
Why did you jump?
The gravel is now inches from you.
It’s your last chance to face it all, to be strong.
Your eyes open.
The grey cotton sheets catch you.
Tomorrow is here.
The voices on the flickering screen mask the noises you make.
It’s after I sit to the sound of the night,
That your message gives me clear sight.
I hear now.
The way it caresses against your chest.
The curves it creates on your mouth.
The serenity engulfing your soul.
Hold onto that light,
And you’ll be guided through the sorrow of the night.
I see now.