There's almost you. You're almost near.
And there's almost what could've been prevented, the reason I couldn't explain to anyone else.
Tumble, tumble over again and hold on.
Without the use of certain words/names, when you forget the 'Soaps she used to watch, and his complexion before the chemo, and the back route to her kitchen with the homemade playdough, and his tropical fish.
And the sway of the music in a perfect slowdance...
Remember how we were a group of merry carolers? - Who sang with such enthusiasm, and forgot the time when it hurt so much.
We were warming ourselves that night; hot with the ideas of dangerous habits and new creative feelings. And the groups kept coming down the stairs, and we kept pouring...and we all kept going, kept feeling joyous, kept tumbling and tangling...
I wish there were tangible remnants (like ticket stubs), when places were picked, and funny little reasons for giggles/blushing cheeks. Funny little vacation.
Before nothing came to be. Before someone else changed the world. Before we realized what could be destroyed...
Cause we seem to suffocate ourselves. Swallow too much; like a mug of mucky sweet paste....until our throats can never speak the same.
We never speak the same.
And somewhere there's an elderly couple holding hands, and you wonder what has brought them here, (so many-th Anniversary year), and you wonder why she has to break, and he has to watch....
Bow our heads and mumble prayers. It makes us artists. We'll make it through.
With luck we could grow grey together. And I could see all the places that have haunted me.
There's another day.
There hope, and there's faith....."I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah"
Tumble, tumble over again and hold on.
Without the use of certain words/names, when you forget the 'Soaps she used to watch, and his complexion before the chemo, and the back route to her kitchen with the homemade playdough, and his tropical fish.
And the sway of the music in a perfect slowdance...
Remember how we were a group of merry carolers? - Who sang with such enthusiasm, and forgot the time when it hurt so much.
We were warming ourselves that night; hot with the ideas of dangerous habits and new creative feelings. And the groups kept coming down the stairs, and we kept pouring...and we all kept going, kept feeling joyous, kept tumbling and tangling...
I wish there were tangible remnants (like ticket stubs), when places were picked, and funny little reasons for giggles/blushing cheeks. Funny little vacation.
Before nothing came to be. Before someone else changed the world. Before we realized what could be destroyed...
Cause we seem to suffocate ourselves. Swallow too much; like a mug of mucky sweet paste....until our throats can never speak the same.
We never speak the same.
And somewhere there's an elderly couple holding hands, and you wonder what has brought them here, (so many-th Anniversary year), and you wonder why she has to break, and he has to watch....
Bow our heads and mumble prayers. It makes us artists. We'll make it through.
With luck we could grow grey together. And I could see all the places that have haunted me.
There's another day.
There hope, and there's faith....."I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah"
And I promise you I believe it exists. And I promise you there's all kinds of faith...so follow yours and find the chord. And promise me you'll love again.
The melancholy mood will turn, (try a chocolate dessert at a well-kept dinner date*), and we'll all sing and tumble a thousand more times.
Cause it's the memories that we cherish, the love and winks,...even if it all hurts and breaks.
Daily headphones: Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah", from Rent; "Will I lose my Dignity?", and Aqualung's "Brighter than Sunshine", and the Faces's "Oh la la"
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