Sunday, July 25, 2010
How can I say anything to someone who talks of loneliness, cocaine decisions, drinking too much, parties, people, endless possibilities, networking, being Busy TM.
I cannot. I have lived that life.
I can worry, but Let Go. Though the ache is deep.
I can hold you when you cry, at least for this one night.
I can wish you every happiness, though my face may seem to say otherwise.
I can look, and I can see a Goodbye. This heart, stretched thin over the sky, can no longer catch this Little Burning Star. But if there is a way to find Real Love, with no questions, without pain, then I will try.
I remember the country air, never the city lights.
I cry for the air in our hair, never the drink in our hand.
I see the Deep Inner, never the Outer.
I dream, of a Best Friend, come to find me -
and here to stay.
Please take care of yourself
you burn, Little Star, you burn. xxx
And now, as unattractive as a guy who stays home working hard is, it's time to get excited about things again. Life stuff. Future stuff. Wide open heart stuff.
It doesn't change things. Things just are.