I shouldn't be staking out the place either, but there are some strange, strange people waiting, watching. One of them even looks like her...I'd get a closer look but I'm scared. I doubt they'd be nice to me. Just because there might be good in everyone does not mean everyone is good.
So for now, I'll wait along with them. I'll watch as they do. I'll sit here quietly and munch on my candy.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Rain on me
I'm singing in the rain, I'm singing in the rain...
Have you ever watched raindrops run down a window? Not just seen them, or followed them, but really watched them. They make such beautiful patterns, running into each other and combining until you get a really big raindrop. And if you're lucky, it makes a pattern. Sometimes you'll get one of those super-drops and it'll run down the glass until it hits a smaller one, and split. Then the two new drops will go in two different directions and slide down a little bit and maybe even meet up again - and then you can see a heart. And you'd never have noticed it if you weren't watching.
But sometimes you wish you could do more than watch. You want to be that raindrop, joining and splitting and then finally joining again. You want to be one half of that heart, but you can't do that, because the other raindrop has suddenly seemed to evaporate.
Then again, what goes up must come down. Eventually it'll rain again, and you'll be reunited.
Have you ever watched raindrops run down a window? Not just seen them, or followed them, but really watched them. They make such beautiful patterns, running into each other and combining until you get a really big raindrop. And if you're lucky, it makes a pattern. Sometimes you'll get one of those super-drops and it'll run down the glass until it hits a smaller one, and split. Then the two new drops will go in two different directions and slide down a little bit and maybe even meet up again - and then you can see a heart. And you'd never have noticed it if you weren't watching.
But sometimes you wish you could do more than watch. You want to be that raindrop, joining and splitting and then finally joining again. You want to be one half of that heart, but you can't do that, because the other raindrop has suddenly seemed to evaporate.
Then again, what goes up must come down. Eventually it'll rain again, and you'll be reunited.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
FOUND YOU
Heh...that's not funny.
I think I saw her today. No - I know I saw her today. I'm afraid she didn't recognize me, and by afraid I really mean afraid. Have I changed so much? But then, maybe that's better.
In the store. She was in the candy isle, reaching for a Butterfinger, no less. She couldn't quite get it, though, so I took it down for her. She smiled; the same smile I remember. I let it sink in, memorizing every detail in case I couldn't see her again. Even when she left I followed. Of course, she was not alone, but I focused only on her...maybe I should have stayed back some.
She smiled at me as if I were a helpful stranger. She smiled at me as she might if I had cracked a joke. She smiled at me, and it nearly killed me inside. But she'll remember someday. I know she will.
I think I saw her today. No - I know I saw her today. I'm afraid she didn't recognize me, and by afraid I really mean afraid. Have I changed so much? But then, maybe that's better.
In the store. She was in the candy isle, reaching for a Butterfinger, no less. She couldn't quite get it, though, so I took it down for her. She smiled; the same smile I remember. I let it sink in, memorizing every detail in case I couldn't see her again. Even when she left I followed. Of course, she was not alone, but I focused only on her...maybe I should have stayed back some.
She smiled at me as if I were a helpful stranger. She smiled at me as she might if I had cracked a joke. She smiled at me, and it nearly killed me inside. But she'll remember someday. I know she will.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Four years
But I'll find you someday. Even if it takes me another four years. Another forty. Even if I have to fall off a hundred bridges. And I know you won't want me, you won't want to have to look at me, you won't want to face me after what you did. But I promise:
I forgive you.
I forgive you.
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