Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Am I to interpret from a wink in the back pew that you too remember fondly the similar Saturdays spent lying in meadows with ocean breezes not far off? Am I to suppose that no matter whether we speak or laugh together, we are united by love? When we owned the world, was it better or worse or just
different? Are we going to continue to spiral away from each other, with just memories left between us?
And
you...and
me...why are we so scared of each other? I always depart unsatisfied...never enough
(do i still think there is a barrier i can get through?). Are we still communicating in hieroglyphics, or shall we surrender to the incommunicado state, which is perhaps the easiest road and the least bumpy (for me, at least).
Is that as sad to you as it feels to me?
In hushed and sleepy late-night voices over the lines, is there a deeper understanding or just the language of the spirits taking over?
"Everything up to that point had been left unresolved."
Brownsville Girl
Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain.
You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart.
Some people I used to see I don't see no more.
Some things we used to do we don't do no more.
Sunday afternoons are great venues for nostalgic rembrances of yesteryear.
Postcards of the Hanging
It's hard to get used to all this
bad, sad news.
This week I've been paying silent tribute to some people who aren't around anymore.
Alex, Adam, Melissa... you are still part of my world.
Words fail.
