You arrived in my life so casually presenting yourself like you'd always been there like you were sun on a summer's day like you were old blue jeans I always wear You flowed over rocks like a shimmering brook smoothing the edges and filling each crease with silken ripples that became a wrapper of harmony, warmth, and you were peace. Time passed on by as it always does and storms rose up as they always do reality hit hard like it always will you didn't love me and I didn't love you... but we had said the words at one time so we held on to see if we meant them all the sun, old jeans, and ripples, the harmony, warmth, and peace, we spent them. And so you left my life, unclogging my pores, maybe it could have been me that left yours but either way, the storms did cease new growth sprouted from wounds of wars and then there was peace. |