It has become as clear as the light, what I've longed to understand for years. One name, one memory, one love. It's always been you.
As soon as I get you off my mind, as soon as I rest from your haunting sight, you find your way back to my heart, as if you've never left it.
What do you want me to say? That I'm stranded in loneliness, that I still feel your presence, that after all this time I still find myself hurting? What do you want me to say? Life, look how far I've gone. Why do you bring him back to me?
I'm just stuck in the middle of myself trying to find what's left of you. I wish I could ignore it and stop the hurt that comes around. I wish words could say what I can't talk about. But I don't think they'll ever be enough to keep my world quiet.
"The embers left from earlier fires shall duly flame again" says Walt Whitman. This pain has become so familiar. I guess it's something I wasn't meant to understand.
