“So do you come around my memory and hang around what we used to be, do you talk to the moon and speak about me? I find myself thinking this could be a trilogy of a tragedy, both of us let it go so epically. Do you find yourself smiling, then slowly crying, till it feels like your dying? I know, yes, I know, you’re just like me, surviving.
I didn’t want to let you leave, but I couldn’t watch you stay.
I heard your words, but didn’t understand what they say.
I am lost like tear drops in the rain on an ocean wave.
Caught up in a daze of hurt, that I couldn’t be saved.
Never had darkness seen the light of day, but it did that day.
Now the words I love you are just things I used to say.
Do you ever hang around what we used to be, laugh and love at our memories? If you ever talk to the moon, she’ll already feel like she knows you, cause that’s what I always do.”
by Ryan L. Rinehart