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Did you notice me at all?
Sitting across the asile at the restraunt, I strained my eyes, to look for a wedding ring, or was that some hooker you picked up. Not even a fucking hello. Figures. Do you ever change? Your facade hasn't even weathered over the years. I never did care for your goatee...
Nothing should change right? In college, you ignored me-and we should still continue playing these petty little games, cause no one ever wins and no one ever looses. Invisability is one of the super powers that I don't possess. My sure presence speaks volumes.
How many years did I save Bretts message on the answering machine. Replayed, rekindling feelings of eurphoria of the first time my ears translated the sounds. Tried to track your whereabouts the other day. Came up empty handed. Not even your crazy mother surfaced. Just as well-not sure words would form to speak to you...
Do you still own my nursing uniform or sold it at a rummage sale among baby clothes and target furniture. I imagine your son is a year old. Stalking on ebay is just one way I have managed to capture a snapshot of your-so-called life.
I'll be here. For awhile. Minutes, days, years, another ten. A little effort and I can be found. Nothing lasts for ever, and I realise once its over, we enter eternity alone....
...."If you had not been painful for me , if you had been more honest with me, I may have made it... sorrow comes again, for reasons unexplained, I come to you, but I am NOT the same... you sense my fear, tell me its o.k. a cross to bear..."
Sitting across the asile at the restraunt, I strained my eyes, to look for a wedding ring, or was that some hooker you picked up. Not even a fucking hello. Figures. Do you ever change? Your facade hasn't even weathered over the years. I never did care for your goatee...
Nothing should change right? In college, you ignored me-and we should still continue playing these petty little games, cause no one ever wins and no one ever looses. Invisability is one of the super powers that I don't possess. My sure presence speaks volumes.
How many years did I save Bretts message on the answering machine. Replayed, rekindling feelings of eurphoria of the first time my ears translated the sounds. Tried to track your whereabouts the other day. Came up empty handed. Not even your crazy mother surfaced. Just as well-not sure words would form to speak to you...
Do you still own my nursing uniform or sold it at a rummage sale among baby clothes and target furniture. I imagine your son is a year old. Stalking on ebay is just one way I have managed to capture a snapshot of your-so-called life.
I'll be here. For awhile. Minutes, days, years, another ten. A little effort and I can be found. Nothing lasts for ever, and I realise once its over, we enter eternity alone....
...."If you had not been painful for me , if you had been more honest with me, I may have made it... sorrow comes again, for reasons unexplained, I come to you, but I am NOT the same... you sense my fear, tell me its o.k. a cross to bear..."
