This ache feels like an old friend
It hugs me every time I'm alone,
Carrying me a million miles away
to a place where silently I mourn.
You gave me this hurt -
This seething cut that bleeds,
You say time is a bandage,
but weight of the present impedes
Your words, your face, your ego
All present in the present with me
Make my legs heavy and my days steep
and you say climbing will help me see?
The fog of your lies still surrounds me
The night of betrayal is still young,
The tune of your heart was different
than the tune that my heart sung.
No quick fixes or short cuts
would help us through the fresh starts,
For love is the fastest route
to cover the distance between broken hearts.
