I was not ready and I never knew
that those would be the final words I ever spoke to you
maybe we are waiting for the stars to align
or we want the other to recite the first line
you know I can be dumb sometimes
and stubborn about the rest
but I never forgot
put your ear to my chest
so maybe it’s too late
or perhaps you forgot
I’m not even sure it’ll be what I thought
I’m probably wrong
I normally am
but there was never a chance
not even a second glance
so I guess this life time needs to get longer
and the silence in between
is supposed to make us stronger
because before we go
I need the day to come
the one where we return
to where we came from.

About Paul

I think of my blog as an all-you-can-read buffet. There's something for everyone and complimentary mints at the door as you leave.
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5 Responses to Twelve

  1. Woah! I love this, I feel it resonated with me on so many levels. Thank you for sharing 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. priyanmuthu says:

    This is beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Barb Knowles says:

    Beautiful yet sad. I hope the day comes….

    Liked by 1 person

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