THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN
It’s that time of year again
And I’m missing what we used to be
All the time we spent together
When you and I were “we”
Now “we” are just us
Nothing special in your heart
Nothing special in my soul
Just a guy I used to see
Around the halls and on the streets
…I’m just missing what we used to be
(Damn! I said you were nothing special)
Hoping to run into you when I step around the corner
Never there, never will be
You’re still in New York
And I’m in Tennessee
‘Course you could be here too
You wanted to come with me
But I told you I wasn’t ready for such a commitment
It wasn’t handled well…
You hit the wall and yelled at me
Said you didn’t want me anyways
Then started to cry and apologized
You didn’t mean to act like that
Didn’t mean to scream at me
(I) wish I hadn’t told you no
(I) wish I had been ready for you
But (I) can’t take back the past
written: 1-9-01
DEATHS
Too many deaths
The pain
The memories
All come rushing
To my emotion
The revocation of good times
You wonder how that’s possible
Let me tell you now
Cancel all the memories
When I see your corpse lay
Nothing else matters
But the frailty of your (non-)existance
Why did you leave me
When there is so much left un-done
The completion not yet finished
It could’ve (would’ve) been great
written: 1-11-01
SOUL'S OWN HOME
Death is a beautiful thing
A transformation into another substance
A collection of past re-collection
(Do you remember all the falls we took
searching for another look into the
soul’s own home?)
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