On These Days...

She left the light off and stumbled through the dark to the front door.

'It never matters where you're going,' she said.

      'no one goes anywhere these days anyway.'

 

He turned the light on and opened his eyes--

    She always left the light on,

      He thought she always kept the light on--

but no one remembers anything these days anyway.

 

'Can't you see the world was always dark....

    The room was always so dark,' She laughed

as she stumbled through the back door, drunk at 4 a.m.....

                                      Again.

he remembered, but didn't say a word.

    he looked at her, talking--

        but not hearing her.

   Never hearing her

      always whispering something about stars and remembering

and the nostalgic value of never knowing where you're going--

   and realizing you're never ending up anywhere you wanted to be.

 

He whispered a lot, talked a little--

   he never yelled.

She was fragile.

            He said he loved her.

No one means what they say these days anyway.

 

She didn't care-- it felt good to be loved,

        in his own way--

 

       Always in a standstill.

But no one goes anywhere these days anyway.

        And they never remember tomorrow.

 

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[fireofunrest]

funny how much paint we will put up with for love. good job!