Looking back through that clouded path
I was down, bloodied knuckles from breaking free
because I wanted what I smelled you could give me
Knew it wouldn’t be easy without you there
living like a nomad, others emptying my veins, as I was gasping for air
struggling through silence
struggling through wondering
and the silence ended, wounds were mended, I saw your pretty face, golden smile
even if through the camera’s eye
then God’s breath was on us for 3 days during a wet winter blast….
followed quickly by a hellborne agony of a goodbye….
and a nightmare of withdrawal…..
Now we’re together, every day
hate being apart, physically or emotionally
and we wonder how we made it through all of that
tears, fears, and unknown weight of wait.
clawing through endless “wondering of when” like an obsessed cat
I guess we knew somehow, some way
it would be like it is