January 2, 2011 § Leave a comment
I am stuck in this static.
Never should have even thought about what it would be like to go through that door again.
I put it to bed when the waves started rolling and the skies started to leak.
Water on both sides seemed like too big of a challenge.
So instead I killed it slow, when I should have took the leap.
I have been told what I should have said.
I have been told what I should have done.
But I didn’t, and I’m afraid the door has closed.
Wait, it did.
A long time ago.
No this is not what you think, this is a past that isn’t so distant.
There were never any “I love you’s” involved in this fairy tale.
Just hugs, phone calls, and mid-night McDonalds runs.
But just as I was going to get up the nerve
The floor gave out.
Since then I buried it.
But many a bottle have brought me back to that gravestone.
There’s to much to risk, to much to lose.
So for now I’ll sit silently.
In the corner.