Anberlin ‘Time and Confusion’
I dreamt last night about rolling over, early, unforgiving sun streaming in, and found you there beside me. How many times now have you held me, laid there with me? It’s more magical though, with messy hair and sleep still hanging in my head. It was your birthday, and for once, we were the first to share something with each other–the first moments of the day we couldn’t rewind, take back, or erase. I almost said it, those damn words, but held my tongue. Not yet, I thought. You smiled. I said three different ones as an adequate replacement (and cover-up for the adoring gaze).
‘Happy Birthday, baby.’
The first of many?
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doriangray // July 24, 2008 at 3:57 pm |
you’ve finally done it. I knew you would.
I went back and read every single one, and thought for sure you’d throw this all away for another chance to be miserable. Not so–and what a relief.
I can almost see you happy.