Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2005-08-05 20:21:00

Chorus

Listening to songs
I've known these nineteen years
Is making things seem more romantic

And I can say things like
Let's be friends, too
Instead of just mumbling about
Fear and some distant feelings
Of loss.

I could never put these things to words
This storm like the ones I imagined
Would be heroic

This knot of winds and needs,
Your need,
Rushing up on mine like drowning

And it's too unclear
For a decision
Even to make no decision

So I keep humming along, waiting for the chorus
Which will break into the crescendo
Of crisis,
The notes when we'll finally find
Where our hearts lay.

And I'll be able to hear you say
Forty Years
Without leaping from tall buildings
With sheer terror
My heart paralysed by such a stretch of time.