heartache
it’s been so long
I thought I’d be strong
that’s’s just the way it is
sometimes I’m alright
sometimes in the night
I wish I could see you again
a shell of bright blue
against an eclipse of alone
I’ve always been a dreamer
dreaming is not
what you are about
so I’ll just recycle
some second hand dreams
for the both of us
I know that love is a game
my heart is not the same
the memory is fanning the flame
so I stand in line
waiting
for my heart to die
again
I look for someone new
but no one
looks like you
if I ever said that I know
where there is a small cabin in the Snowy Mountain Range
where you can watch the Elk graze
warm the chill with a
potbellied stove
a heavy quilt
a glass of Brandy
and listen to the sound of
absolutely nothing
would you ever
meet me
there
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