Monday, August 2, 2010

Another One For Ilana.

I can only imagine,
to those who saw us that day,
assumed we were giants
with one foot following the other.

And at the train station,
I cried.
I tried not to.
You were right. I was leaving.
You were right.

When I promised things wouldn't change,
I was wrong.
I can say I tried, but I got wrapped up.
But I promised a bridge,
and it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
But I promised.

And you were in all the songs I heard.
You were a a portrait of something else,
and a girl who just knew what was what,
and I can't say you were nothing less than the midnight beach.

And after all my talk of it,
I'm finally on the moon.
I'm finally where I thought it'd all be ok.
I finally ran.
But I was wrong.
You were right.

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