Maybe it's the alcohol.
Maybe it's my heart hoping for love.
Or maybe- could it be?-
The change that I have been sensing?
Maybe I am just hoping to much.
Everything happens for a reason.
Maybe I shouldn't look into this.
than of any other time in my life.
Little things remind me of the time I spent there.
Certain things will help me smile,
Others send chills up and down my spine.
The people I met there were real.
They all had problems and were trying to face them.
We were able to help each other smile,
even though we felt sad.
We cried with each other
because we understood the pain.
My heart goes out to those I met there,
I think about them often.
I wonder if their tears have dried up
and for some I wonder if they gave in.
Although my stay should've been longer,
I was in a rush to get out.
But as I look at myself,
I think it would not have hurt to stay.
I grew more as a person that week
Than I have the 18 years out here.
watching your emotions
through the expressions on your face,
hearing the pain you feel in your voice.
Awkward as it may sound,
you have made me feel like I'm not the only one.
Everything I have felt and thought,
ou have said so much better than I ever could.
I want to thank you.
You heard a little bit about me
and you helped make a memory I will never forget,
but more important you saved me from myself.
You slept next to me as I cried.
I could have woken you.
You could have held me.
But none of your words
Would have been any comfort.
I did it on my own,
With you by my side.
Completely in the dark,
Not knowing what I was going through.
Some may say that's sign.
And I agree.
Just not the sign everyone else sees.
I've seen his smiles, heard his laughs, heard him speak his mind.
From a distance I have gotten to know this man pretty well.
But tonight-
He sits in the corner of the round booth,
His blue baseball cap pulled far down,
No light on his face only a shadow,
He appears lost in thought.
I stare at him,
He hunches over the table,
He buries his face in the sleeves of his black sweatshirt,
I can't help but continue to stare.
I begin to think he has fallen asleep.
After minutes go by he sits up slowly,
He rubs his face as if it hurt with great pain,
He looks at me
Looking at him
And turns his watery eyes away.
For everything to work out for the best
And for the strength to move on from the troubles of yesterday.
So far the first part has come true.
But the second one is still a wish yet to be granted.
