Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Closing the Door

I wonder if you understood
What I was trying to say.
I think you did. You must have.
For you know me in every way you could.

Can’t you see what’s going on in my mind?
Look close, look hard, deep into my eyes,
And behind all the tears
I’m sure the answer you’ll find:

Just stay a little longer, stick around for a while,
Rest your head against my shoulder
And lay your hand on my heart
To keep it safe from the trial—

Inevitable, the affliction I’ll face,
But just give me five more minutes
And surrender to a sweet snooze
Until you leave and give me my space—

A blessing in disguise, space from signals crossed,
Distance from your confusing gaze,
Freedom from the burden that I bore for you,
Peace from the pain of so many chances lost.

It’s always hard when you want something more,
So I left you with the words that I wouldn’t express aloud,
The feelings that I wanted to suppress but couldn’t,
But maybe, baby, now that you’re gone, I can finally
Close the door.

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