Imagine, Helpless, alone In a dark alleyway Cold, damp, musty
A blur, Everyone seems to be, Just, Everywhere, All the time, A blur, Whirling, Right in the midst. Just. Chaos, Stop. Unable to, Escape. Just, Stop. Please stop. Just, stop.
Thump. Thump There goes, My heart, Wildly, Beating, Questioning. Thump. Thump.
Six months ago today, I held your hand. I begged, repeatedly. Asking you, please stay.
Expectations. Tears. Disappointments. Regrets. Doubts. Laughter. Pancakes. Rain.
Tonight, the questions keep on coming. Like the rain, drops slowly pouring in to your open window. You ask, you beg, you pray, you yell, you surrender. Still, the questions remain unanswered. With the whys contradicting the hows, each time leaving you more confused than the last.
Have you ever thought, how something so clear can ever make you feel disoriented? Confused that one very turn, clouded judgments, complicated decisions, can cause tears — Immense pain. Make you lose countless battles. They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice but never by reason. Have you ever…
Listen closely. Do you hear the familiar lines of our song? She asks. Do you want to dance? I smile. Do we take it slow? She leans in. Do I hold her? Listen again. Is that her voice calling me home? Or is that us saying goodbye? Listen.
That first moment. She saw this girl, walking towards her direction. Giddy, as a kid on Christmas day. Nervous, desperate on what to say. Butterflies, fluttering in a million different ways.
Pause. She slips. You hug tighter. Breathe. She falls. You catch faster. Repeat. She cries. You hold longer. Think. She leans. You kiss deeper.