Softer Curves and Harder Lines
The young man sang a pretty song in voice so tender,
It called upon my deepest pain, and I was made to remember
The greatest love I've ever known wasn't only mine
You shared in it and carry memories, February to December.
(Or maybe March to September)
You told me that you listened and cried and that it made you think of me.
I'm telling you that I listened and cried and that it made me think of you.
Somewhere between those notes and chords and the sincerest words ever recorded
We lost ourselves and found our former selves, long ago departed.
And I'm not searching for a reclamation.
And I'm not asking for an explanation.
I'm simply telling you my respiration became something of a challenge.
And maybe I'm crossing a line, but sometimes it's hard not to.
I'd like you to know I'll always be your softest curve,
And you'll always be my hardest line.
I'm not 100% sure what that will mean,
But for the time being...
I'll be just a couple floors down.
You'll have a brand new life.
But I'll be there as a reminder,
Starting over doesn't always mean leaving everything behind.
Keep in mind soft curves and hard lines.
1 comment:
It really is beautiful. I knew you'd love it. There was a line, but we all need to cross them sometimes for our own mental health.
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