The title is not English of course. A friend described my situation as that, and I went with it. We all look back at times…sometimes we even get lost in those memories. The past is always a powerful place to visit. Reminisce with me…
Enough is enough I say
But I still keep that song on repeat
I don’t wish to click play
Yet I listed to it once again…lovely beat
Why does it feel like it was made for me?
This artist seems to feel my exact situation
Who let out these personal details?
Causing me such frustration…
Like an abandoned campsite
There is no longer a fire
Like the milk that was left out too long
Things seem to have expired
Now I feel pathetic…
Searching for confirmations that need not be
Wishing that as much as I miss you right now
You can feel the same way about me
Listening to Michael Bolton and Richard Marx
Smooth jazz and those sad blues
Flipping through old photos
Seeing your smile and smiling too
Looking through a sea of tears
Staring at a lost treasure
That should have been treasured
A gem…
That shattered and blew away into the wind
Now I try with great effort to glue back every last shard
Even though inside I know it will be hard
I have no intentions to stop searching
I now know how to measure worth
There is no other on this earth
Who will matter this much again
To me…
Why did it take this long to see?…
When before me lay this light
That always shone so bright
Calling out
Why didn’t I believe?…
When I had the truth
I wish I could blame youth
But right now…that wont do
Now how will I again learn to breathe?…
When my only source of air
Is no longer here…
Again I press play…
Breaking the Silenc3 