there were two, that stood at his door

one winter, just one more –

try, one more time

the girl that he raised

the woman she became

sleepless twilights, echoing with a deafening silence

I would not have survived

but for the comradery of full seats around a broken table

beer and stories spill, whiskey and laments are shared

An island of misfits, carrying each other through the night

We sat surrounded by all the pieces you never put together

you asked me if they were why I’m letting go

I couldn’t ask you to hear me one last time

So I lied

make it easier for everyone, I don’t need

much at all, I don’t fuss at all

as it turns out, none of that is true anymore

every soul that I swore was tied to mine

has loosened their hold just a little

Whisper sweetly, lies or truth

Oh, Mariana

she can’t tell the difference when she looks at you

This roof over their heads

Sealed at the seams

Keeping our secrets and screams tightly disguised

You don’t think they hear it, do you?

Do you think it echoes in their dreams?

An aching tale of two people who fell in love too early

or too late

some things are passing, and some stay

A daughter’s request for a missing piece of her puzzle

And the silence that was heard in return

Silence that burned

the decade of turbulent ache

blood and fervent calls that roared in my ears

evaporating with one clandestine collision

perhaps for a return

perhaps one day, the hands will turn

in reverse

And you’ll come back to me

but that’s quite impossible, isn’t it?

dancing in the dimly lit

swimming in burgundy sips

and shivers of December

I cannot lie, I sail away free

Regret is a harbor disappearing

On a horizon under which we once stood

The story resumes where we left off

About an old story and a frozen clock

an unsteady heart

a soul that grows dark

Desperate eyes beg for light

love that was once

Is again

And still

And never again

It was a magnificent life that wasn’t mine

It would have been a glittering home and a brilliant lie

If I had tried

I went searching

Across the north sea

Under Scandinavian skies

Who would hear me

when theirs are the screams of an army

clamoring for air

I didn’t think I’d find you

here, in the softly falling rain

I didn’t think I’d find you at all