05-09-10

I would come running

Would you be the wind to blow me home
Would you be a dream
On the wings of a poem
And if we were walking through a crowd
Well you know I’d be proud

[Chorus:]
If you call my name out loud

These barren walls, a few slips of paper and a pile of dust on the tile: this is all that’s left here for me amidst the dissolvement of a life, the burning of the world to the ground. It would have happened with or without you.

I tried an experiment: an antithesis of the turn and burn knee jerk reaction that was who I have always been. Running. I stood my ground. I tried to rebuild on the same foundation I had laid five years prior. It failed.

..or did it? I prolonged the torment but I’m not pulling myself from the ashes alone this time.

My next experiment: I would come running.